Luyện nghe bài hát Soup Kitchen

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

And there nothing
new to do

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

12 P.M. at the soup
Talking politics the bag men
into their conversations
Pessimistic

They me of their heart conditions
with me their D.T. Visions
Damn me with that bad
Or me with that Good Book

Vicious got me down
Weeks turn into months of out
Got to shake these Haight-Ashbury
Growing tired of Kezar Stadium

And being nothing
new to do

Make the pilgrimage
We far and wide
Going to the soup
To swallow more pride