Luyện nghe bài hát Crack City Rockers

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

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 texas to the san bay
ya turned a spangin' job into a long career
for a tin A' tabacco and a fourty of
now yer drinkin & yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin'

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

after all of the times ya barely scraped by
the lice in yer hair 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 crack city
yeah when we were alive we wicked and young
with the good times we had and the we sung
now it's sad that you died and i wish you would
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, plenty of that to go
my good friend gone was there to share it with me)

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

i got assualted by officer
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 bile and blood as left me for dead
my thoughts out through a fissure in my head
and the one left is: is my bad luck running out?