Luyện nghe bài hát On The Streets I Ran

Ooh, a face glares back
At me the glass and lurches, oh
me, on the street's I ran
Turned into, popular song

Streets of wet holes
On roads you can know
You never have
But, always have you
'Till the day you croak, it's no joke

Ooh, a face glares back
At me the glass and lurches, oh
Forgive me, on the I ran
Turned sickness into unpopular

And all these can do
Is to know the real you
And warn if you don't
You will kill or be which isn't very nice

Here friendly
But nobody's
Oh, dear God will I
Be I should be?

And when the said
"One Thursday you be dead"
I said, "No, not me, this be
God, take him, take them, take anyone

The stillborn, the
The infirmed, anyone
Take from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
spare me"