Luyện nghe bài hát Panhandlin' Prince

Sittin' on a rusty park bench
Not else to do
Smoke cigarettes and my Mickey's
Fine malt brew
As I start and I start thinkin'
death is on my side
If my heart stopped beatin', the kept reekin'
That's suicide... that's !
I grew up in the inner
A dark of this town
just innoncent backwoods victim
like to put down
You can call me a boozer, or me a loser
It doesn't matter to me
I got a bench for snoozin', sauce to keep boozin'
all I need
I keep it comin', sometimes don't why
I'm do it 'til the day I die !
Consider me the as I dine in your dumpster
Unsanitary
Baron of the bench the panhandlin'
Well, I'm twenty G's a year
I know it ain't but at least I'm in touch, yeah
reality
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 spare change for me sucker ?
'Cause I'm and out and there ain't no doubt
I am her to stay
Yeah you see me lyin' with my
In the gutter with my bag in hand
Yeah the are cold but at least
There's soul and all I need
You'll take away my peace of
You'll me there to rot and die
But again, my careless frind
The you live is just a lie
a give and take, the more the fake
The the apin, the more you lose
So live your life, don't take no
N' seize the day and rink booze !