Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Man

I see him down the lonely street,
Torn and his bleeding feet,
Walking the street his head down,
Sick of being driven the ground,
Can't walk five metres without an stare,
his soul 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 people go by,
Stomachs empty and his is dry,
Doesn't doing it but he has to survive,
He down on his knees and begs,
out with a ghastly plea,
Why wont bloody help me,
They just walk past and stare and at him,
His life sucks, it's looking grim,
I am the man,
I am the man,
I am the man,
Arrives at his very late,
the doors locked no bed for the night,
The sky up and it begins to rain,
Grabs some and lid of a garbage can,
in the rain soaking wet,
Hating his wishing he was dead,
stand the poverty,
of misery,
Points to his heart with his poor knife,
need to think twice then takes his life,
He was the man,
He was the man,
He was the man,
I am the Lizard King, i can do