Luyện nghe bài hát Panhandlin' Prince

Sittin' on a rusty bench baby
Not else to do
Smoke cigarettes and drink my
Fine malt brew
As I start drinkin' and I start
That death is on my
If my heart stopped beatin', the street kept
That's suicide... that's !
I grew up in the inner
A dark part of town
just another innoncent backwoods
Society to put down
You can call me a boozer, or me a loser
It really doesn't to me
I got a bench for snoozin', some sauce to 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 as I dine in your dumpster
Unsanitary
Baron of the the panhandlin' master
Well, I'm twenty G's a year
I it ain't much but at least I'm in touch, yeah
reality
I wouldn't 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 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 streets are but at least
There's and that's all I need
You'll take away my of mind
You'll me there to rot and die
But look again, my frind
The world you is just a lie
It's a give and take, the the fake
The the apin, the more you lose
So live life, don't take no sides
N' seize the day and rink booze !