Luyện nghe bài hát Friday's Tie-Dye Nightmare

In Friday's tie-dye
I was trying to get here to there
Walking to, passing people everywhere
I got on at my station, running the fire
Looking for an elevation would get me a little higher

News of people dying, someone on the stair
for the nation, can we offer up a prayer
There'll be a coronation, a dress affair
We'll be lined up in formation, but we be going anywhere

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

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

I got to the location, hoping for the best
But another put me to the test
A man in black pants, a white shirt, and a red
Had fallen on the track and no one even got
Or guessed he wasn't putting on an act
said he'd drunk too much
'Cause he was on his back
It was also noted that he happened to be black
There was a serious of anything right at all here

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

Still to get home, I saw a telephone
And put coins I had found
were supposed to work, they did for the man beside me
But when I dropped them in, they wouldn't go

is going on here
Will I ever the truth
How do to deal with the time stealing your daddy's youth
Story story of disaster barely missed
You see, common miracles do exist
And can be kissed by lady fortune

So I gathered up my skirt and tucked my in
Grabbed my bag and the sling I carried my child in
Funny she cry, she wasn't scared 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 too many things I'll never understand
Y'gotta keep on going someone's got a plan
For Friday's tie-dye nightmare and Monday's land
And it is