Luyện nghe bài hát Panhandlin' Prince

Sittin' on a rusty park baby
Not else to do
Smoke cigarettes and drink my
Fine malt brew
As I start drinkin' and I thinkin'
That is on my side
If my heart stopped beatin', the street kept
That's suicide... right !
I up in the inner icty
A part of this town
just another innoncent backwoods
Society like to put
You can me a boozer, or call me a loser
It really doesn't to me
I got a bench for snoozin', sauce to keep boozin'
all I need
I keep it comin', don't know why
I'm gonna do it the day I die !
Consider me the duke as I in your dumpster
engineer
Baron of the bench the master
Well, I'm twenty G's a year
I it ain't 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 don't 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 there ain't no
I am her to stay
Yeah you see me lyin' with my
In the gutter with my paper bag in
Yeah the are cold but at least
soul and that's all I need
You'll take my peace of mind
You'll leave me to rot and die
But again, my careless frind
The world you live is a lie
It's a give and take, the more the
The more the apin, the more you
So live your life, don't take no
N' the day and rink your booze !