Luyện nghe bài hát Crack City Rockers

no they say it isnt a job
oh but i ya ignorant slob
but there may a day, when yer found down & out
and the hateful will fill ya with doubt
ya might be a ya might be a punk
just us a quarter so we can get drunk
you for shopping and please come again

you suffer to know, try even to see
making of yer life in a fucked reality
from st. up to avenue A
from El Guadelupe in to the san francisco bay
ya turned a spangin' job into a life career
for a tin A' tabacco and a of beer
now yer drinkin & yer thinkin is my bad luck out?

yer by the cops & ya hope & ya wish
& yer askin real nice for them to go
so ask if they were shot in the street
ya laugh in their face and ya can't say no

after all of the times that ya scraped by
the lice in yer hair and the gleam in yer eye
now yer drinkin' and yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin'

with the we drank and the shit we were talkin'
in the tenderloin gutter we were city rockin'
yeah we were alive we were wicked and young
with the good times we had and the songs we
now it's sad that you and i wish you would stay
but i sold all my at the end of the day
and now i'm drinkin' and i'm thinkin' is my bad runnin' out?

(yeah bad luck man, plenty of that to go
my friend gone was always there to share it with me)

all of the times that ya barely scraped by
with the lice in yer hair and the in yer eye
now yer drinkin' and yer thinkin is my bad luck out?

i got assualted by officer
on the 4th of july a needle in my eye
i "i didn't do nothin'" & "whats this all about?"
he said "resisting arrest" as his pulled his out
spitting bile and blood as left me for dead
my thoughts leaked out through a fissure in my
and the last one left is: is my bad luck out?