Luyện nghe bài hát Panhandlin' Prince

Sittin' on a park bench baby
Not much to do
cigarettes and drink my Mickey's
Fine malt liquor
As I start and I start thinkin'
That death is on my
If my heart beatin', the street kept reekin'
suicide... that's right !
I grew up in the icty
A dark part of this
just another innoncent backwoods
Society like to put
You can call me a boozer, or me a loser
It really 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 !
Consider me the duke as I dine in dumpster
Unsanitary
Baron of the bench the panhandlin'
Well, I'm pullin' G's a year
I know it much but at least I'm in touch, yeah
With
I trade 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 some spare change for me ?
'Cause I'm down and out and ain't no doubt
I am her to stay
Yeah you see me lyin' with my
In the gutter my paper bag in hand
Yeah the streets are but at least
soul and that's all I need
You'll take away my peace of
You'll me there to rot and die
But again, my careless frind
The world you live is a lie
a give and take, the more the fake
The more the apin, the more you
So live your life, take no sides
N' seize the day and rink your !