Luyện nghe bài hát Crack City Rockers

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

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

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

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

the cobra we drank and the shit we were talkin'
in the tenderloin gutter we crack city rockin'
yeah when we were alive we wicked and young
with the good we had and the songs we sung
now sad that you died and i wish you would stay
but i all my stamps at the end of the day
and now i'm drinkin' and i'm thinkin' is my bad luck runnin'

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

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 is my bad luck runnin' out?

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