Luyện nghe bài hát Panhandlin' Prince

Sittin' on a rusty park baby
Not else to do
Smoke cigarettes and drink my
Fine malt liquor
As I drinkin' and I start thinkin'
death is on my side
If my stopped beatin', the street kept reekin'
That's suicide... that's !
I grew up in the icty
A dark part of this
just innoncent backwoods victim
Society to put down
You can call me a boozer, or call me a
It doesn't matter to me
I got a for snoozin', some sauce to keep boozin'
That's all I
I keep it comin', sometimes know why
I'm do it 'til the day I die !
me the duke as I dine in your dumpster
Unsanitary
Baron of the bench the master
Well, I'm twenty G's a year
I know it ain't but at least I'm in touch, yeah
With
I wouldn't no places to be in rat races
No !
I keep it comin', sometimes know why
I'm gonna do it the day I die !
Yo, Mr. Trump, can I ask you a
You got spare change for me sucker ?
'Cause I'm and out and there ain't no doubt
That I am her to
Yeah you see me lyin' with my
In the with my paper bag in hand
Yeah the are cold but at least
There's soul and that's all I
You'll take away my peace of
You'll me there to rot and die
But look again, my careless
The world you is just a lie
It's a and take, the more the fake
The more the apin, the more you
So live your life, don't take no
N' seize the day and your booze !