Luyện nghe bài hát Government Center

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

The sun is setting in the zone
The streets are all the bars are closed
And I'm walking thru center
Trying to find my way back

Dodging the cops at the
Three third hand and a record collection
From late raids on the salvation army bins
god I pray to must be broke as me
Got a 4 track and a dead end job
Up at the downs on trying to make it pay off
On a to one, but I got shut out
Man I'd be to my own fuckin' 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

This record spins the same old
The blown and the needle's worn
Don't nothing in the end
They say when you
You can never go again.