Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Man

I see him walking down the street,
clothes and his bleeding feet,
Walking the street with his down,
Sick of being driven the ground,
Can't walk five metres an evil stare,
Searching his for a bit of despair,
Trying to mix with the crowd,
he screams out loud,
I am the man,
I am the man,
I am the man,
Sitting on the corner watching go by,
Stomachs and his mouth is dry,
Doesn't like it but he has to survive,
He down on his knees and begs,
out with a ghastly plea,
Why wont anyone bloody me,
They just walk past and and laugh at him,
His life sucks, it's really grim,
I am the man,
I am the man,
I am the man,
at his shelter very late,
Finds the locked no bed for the night,
The sky opens up and it to rain,
Grabs some and lid of a garbage can,
in the rain soaking wet,
Hating his life he was dead,
Can't the poverty,
of misery,
Points to his with his poor mans knife,
Doesn't need to think twice takes his life,
He was the man,
He was the man,
He was the man,
I am the Lizard King, i can do