Luyện nghe bài hát On The Streets I Ran

Ooh, a working-class glares back
At me from the and lurches, oh
me, on the street's I ran
Turned into, popular song

of wet black holes
On you can never know
You have them
But, always have you
'Till the day that you croak, no joke

Ooh, a working-class face back
At me the glass and lurches, oh
me, on the street's I ran
Turned into unpopular song

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

Here everybody's
But friends
Oh, dear God when I
Be I should be?

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

The stillborn, the
The infirmed, take
people from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Just me"