Luyện nghe bài hát Close To The Borderline

Blackout, heatwave, .44 caliber
The buns drop dead and go mad
In on the West Side
Young girl on a ledge looks like another suicide
She wants to hit bricks
'Cause the at six gotta stick to a deadline
While the hide in Beekman Place
The bag ladies their bones in my face
I get by a kid with stereo sound
I don't want to hear it but he turn it down
Life is tough but just enough
To back the tears until it's closing time
I survived, I'm still
But I'm getting to the borderline
Close to the

A buck eighty
Won't buy you much lately on the street these
And you can get gas
You know you can't drive fast on the parkways
Rich man, poor man, way American
Shoved into the and found
The no nuke yell gonna all go to hell
With the big meltdown
I got remote control and a T.V.
I don't change channels so they must me
I got real close that will get me high
THey don't hot to talk and they ain't gonna try
I shouldn't bitch, I cry
I'd start a revolution but I don't time
I know why I'm still a nice guy
But I'm getting close to the
Close to the

I I'd sacrifice so many things
I thought I'd throw them all
I didn't I needed anything
But you can't afford to squander what not prepared to pay

I a doctor for my pressure pills
I need a lawyer for my bills
I need a banker to my home
I need security to back my
It isn't new what I'm through
But knows you got to break sometime
Another night I fought the good
But I'm getting to the borderline
to the borderline.