Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin' Out The Storm

Ridin' Out The Lyrics
The New York City winter comes in grey sheets of steel
The numbness in his hands and is all that he can feel
Alcohol and sterno turns a to a bed

And the ghost of who he might been lives on inside his head
In a canyon made of brownstone on a icy black
He wanders nearly barefoot his righteousness in tact
A man of many mansions in a cardboard box

He lies with an angel while his heart pretends to beat
The wind blows down on Lonely Street like an ice pick the air
Midst the Sunday times and coffee and wino's in Times Square
Five flights up on Easy Street you know she's and warm

Way down low a foot of snow he's riding out the storm
I offered him my winter coat politely he
Like an man he spoke with words I seldom use
He said I don't pity for these choices are my own

He bowed his head slightly and quietly moved along
Its not like a victim of the homeless life he stalks
Nor helpless to get back across the fine line that he
Riding out the storm means yesterday's already

Tomorrow don't mean nothing it won't even make a