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 will ya with doubt
ya might be a skater ya might be a
give us a quarter so we can get drunk
thank you for and please come again

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

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

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

with the cobra we and the shit we were talkin'
in the tenderloin we were crack city rockin'
when we were 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 man, plenty of that to go around
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 and the gleam in yer eye
now yer drinkin' and yer thinkin is my bad luck out?

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