Luyện nghe bài hát Government Center

Caught the thirty from ashmont station
32 ounces with the rum in
God knows I need it with the way I've living
Self medicated, salvation
Afternoon show up at station
When the music I don't feel no pain
Now I'm in the cold again trying to find my way

The sun is in the combat zone
The streets are all the bars are closed
And I'm walking government center
Trying to find my way home

Dodging the at the ATMs
Three third hand and a record collection
From late night raids on the salvation army
Whatever god I pray to be broke as me
Got a busted 4 and a dead end job
Up at the downs on friday trying to it pay off
On a twelve to one, but I got out
Man I'd be late to my own funeral
Read the headlines passing out of news
the world is still fucked and run by fools
And it don't to matter which drugs you use
It turns out the same

record spins the same old song
The speaker's blown and the worn
matter nothing in the end
They say you leave
You can never go again.