Luyện nghe bài hát Crack City Rockers

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

you suffer to know, try harder to see
making of yer life in a fucked reality
from decatur st. up to A
El Guadelupe in texas 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 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 were shot in the street
would ya laugh in 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 runnin' out?

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

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

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

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