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 sickness into, popular

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

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

And all street's can do
Is claim to the real you
And warn if you don't
You will or be killed which isn't very nice

everybody's friendly
But friends
Oh, God when will I
Be where I be?

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

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