Luyện nghe bài hát Crack City Rockers

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

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

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

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

with the cobra we drank and the we were talkin'
in the tenderloin gutter we crack city rockin'
yeah when we were alive we were wicked and
with the good times we had and the songs we
now it's sad 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 friend gone was always there to share it with me)

after all of the times that ya barely 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 assualted by friendly
on the 4th of july stick a in my eye
i said "i do nothin'" & "whats this all about?"
he "resisting arrest" as his pulled his baton out
spitting bile and blood as they me for dead
my thoughts leaked out through a fissure in my
and the last one left is: is my bad running out?