Luyện nghe bài hát End of an Era

Well it's 1997, just a quarter past eleven
sits at home cause the rocks about to roll
The Citgo with it's neon fire is fryin' all the suits
While they're snortin' business up nose, we're scuffin up our boots
The beat pours onto the street of the ground level
Skeleton nation, but the high brow cannot hear it cause they ain't turned into the
All the common kids on Comm. Ave have quite a lot to say
But there ain't an ear to listen 'cause their turn is so far

Another kid with a broken
An old beat up six guitar
train stop better get off
At the end of an era
Ghetto blast goes
If you're of being poor
And the beat beats on
At the end of an era

The elder ghosts are in the
As fresh cut chops off his hair
Butchy's dreads flow all over town
As souls jive to the reggae sound
When black and dance together all night
It ain't gonna the papers
When red blood fell from black and white
They it ghetto hatred

The Mission Hill kids got a mission
called stayin' alive
Its the before the storm
In an ethnic jail
All ready to prowl?
Hey I it man
They come from every walk of
every edge of town
They got in their veins
Best walk on the side of the street man
got venom eyes
The Mission Hill kids, the Savin Hill
The Cambridge campers, the house
The Charlestown town boys, youth
They're idlin'
blendin' in with the bricks
I you seen us before
I've you ignore us
But we don't forget a man
And we don't forgive...