Luyện nghe bài hát Soup Kitchen

Vicious got me down
Days into weeks of hanging out
Got to shake these soup blues
Growing tired of barley cabbage

And there nothing
new to do

Dumb and hungry, we our way
For refueling
Like an clock, our minds know the times
We plan our lives around the

12 P.M. at the kitchen
Talking politics the bag men
Forced into conversations
Pessimistic

They tell me of heart conditions
Share with me their D.T.
Damn me that bad outlook
Or save me that Good Book

Vicious got me down
turn into months of hanging out
Got to shake these blues
Growing tired of Stadium cruise

And there being
new to do

Make the midday
We far and wide
Going to the soup
To some more pride