Luyện nghe bài hát End of an Era

Well it's 1997, just a quarter past eleven
Nobody at home cause the rocks about to roll
The Citgo sign with it's fire is fryin' all the suits
While they're business up their nose, we're scuffin up our boots
The downtown beat pours onto the street of the ground
Skeleton nation, but the high brow hear it cause they ain't turned into the station
All the common down 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 heart
An old up six string guitar
train stop better get off
At the end of an era
Ghetto blast goes
If you're sick of being
And the rebel beat on
At the end of an era

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

The Hill kids have got a mission
It's stayin' alive
Its the before the storm
In an ethnic jail
All ready to prowl?
Hey I it man
They come from walk of life
From edge of town
They got gasoline in their
Best walk on the other side of the man
got venom eyes
The Mission Hill kids, the Hill pack
The Cambridge campers, the house
The Charlestown boys, suburban youth
idlin' high
They're blendin' in the bricks
I know you seen us
I've you ignore us
But we forget a face man
And we soon forgive...