Luyện nghe bài hát Friday's Tie-Dye Nightmare

In Friday's nightmare
I was trying to get from to there
Walking to, passing people everywhere
I got on at my station, through the fire
Looking for an elevation that would get me a little

News of people dying, lying on the stair
Crying for the nation, can we up a prayer
There'll be a coronation, a dress affair
We'll be lined up in formation, but we won't be anywhere

Down the hellhole, trying to my way
I couldn't get where I wanted, due to an unforeseen
The man was apologetic as he turned his to say
Sorry, kid, you're not gonna make it home
Hey mister, why'd you take my away
Even to the point, how come I let you
I could it all on you, or make up my mind to stay
I wish I knew a way I forget you

I didn't the fine print, y'gotta be on the ball
Some I'm less confident, up against a wall
I wonder where my mind went, I have made the call
I like to think I'm innocent, but then, we all

I got to the next location, for the best
But situation put me to the test
A man in pants, a white shirt, and a red vest
Had fallen on the track and no one even got
Or even guessed he putting on an act
Someone said he'd too much
he was lying on his back
It was also duly that he happened to be black
There was a serious lack of anything right at all

What's the difference--I stop
The very least I could done was call a cop
But I passed the vendor, pursuing my agenda
And I like everyone else, I the ball here

trying to get home, I saw a telephone
And put some I had found
They supposed to work, they did for the man beside me
But when I them in, they wouldn't go down

What is on here
Will I ever the truth
How do to deal with the time stealing away your youth
Story after story of barely missed
You see, common miracles do exist
And anyone can be by lady fortune

So I gathered up my skirt and tucked my in
Grabbed my bag and the sling I carried my girl in
Funny she didn't cry, she wasn't at all
She could see a outcome in the patterns on the wall

And
The next was the right one, but not for the vested man
I try, but there's too many I'll never understand
Y'gotta keep on knowing someone's got a plan
For Friday's tie-dye and Monday's promised land
And it is