Luyện nghe bài hát Condition Oakland

I rode down to the tracks. Thinking they might sing to me. But just
stared back. Broken, trainless, and as night. Climbed out on to my roof.
So I'd be a poet in the night. Beat the walls off my room. I saw the big
that is life. This is my condition: Naked and hysterical, reaching to
grab a hand that I just slapped back at. This is my Desparate,
alone, without an excuse. I try to explain. Christ, what's the use? and I
so small. Some words keep speaking when you close the book. Drank and
just about smiled. I remembered us in that bed. Put my ear to the door. I
just heard hot rods and and sirens. People kill me these days.
There's keys in their eyes but they lock the inside.