Luyện nghe bài hát Crack City Rockers

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

you suffer to know, try even to see
sense 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 job into a life long career
for a tin A' and a fourty of beer
now yer drinkin & yer is my bad luck runnin' out?

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

after all of the that ya barely scraped by
with the lice in yer and the gleam in yer eye
now yer drinkin' and yer thinkin is my bad runnin' out?

the cobra we drank and the shit we were talkin'
in the tenderloin gutter we were city rockin'
yeah when we alive we were wicked and young
with the good we had and the songs we sung
now it's sad that you died and i 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, of that to go around
my friend gone was always there to share it with me)

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

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