Luyện nghe bài hát Panhandlin' Prince

Sittin' on a rusty park bench
Not else to do
Smoke and drink my Mickey's
Fine malt brew
As I drinkin' and I start thinkin'
death is on my side
If my heart stopped beatin', the street reekin'
That's suicide... right !
I grew up in the inner
A part of this town
just another innoncent backwoods
like to put down
You can call me a boozer, or me a loser
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 don't why
I'm gonna do it the day I die !
Consider me the duke as I in your dumpster
Unsanitary
of the bench the panhandlin' master
Well, I'm twenty G's a year
I it ain't much but at least I'm in touch, yeah
With
I wouldn't trade no to be in rat races
No !
I keep it comin', sometimes know why
I'm do it 'til the day I die !
Yo, Mr. Trump, can I ask you a
You got some spare change for me ?
'Cause I'm and out and there ain't no doubt
That I am her to
you see me lyin' with my brothers
In the gutter with my bag in hand
Yeah the streets are 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 you live is just a lie
It's a give and take, the more the
The the apin, the more you lose
So live life, don't take no sides
N' seize the day and your booze !