Luyện nghe bài hát Crack City Rockers

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

you suffer to know, try harder to see
sense of yer life in a fucked reality
from decatur st. up to 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 fourty of
now yer drinkin & yer is my bad luck runnin' out?

yer stopped by the & ya hope & ya wish
& yer askin real for them to letcha go
so they ask if they shot in the street
would ya laugh in their 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 runnin' out?

with the we drank and the shit we were talkin'
in the tenderloin gutter we were city rockin'
yeah when we were alive we wicked and young
the good times 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 is my bad luck runnin' out?

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

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

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