Luyện nghe bài hát Stop That Train

It's 4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Ale
I've got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' on the third
Groggy eyed and fried I'm headed for the
D-Train ride Coney vacation

Dedicated to the boofers in the of the 1 train
be kicking out windows high on cocaine
Jump the turnstyle I lost my token
Riding between the pissing smoking

finger popping
Two bums I seen them rocking
Head for the last car light blackout
Policeman told my homeboy put that out

You know you up when the lights go down
Read the New York, Fulton, St. Downtown
faces every day but you don't know their names
Party going placed on the D-Train

French trench coat wing tip to work
Pulling a like Captain Kirk
Pick pocket paying their debts
Caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie

and underpaid staring at the floor
Prostitutes caught in the ding dong doors
Stuck between the stations it like an eternity
Sweating sardines in a flophouse fraternity

$50.00 for disturbing the peace
The neck tortoise the creased
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are
night and Jamaica Queens funkin

Elevated platform never conform
Riding the diner where I always get my toast warm
into the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes
Over the speaker about the hard times

Sat across a man readin' El Diario
Riding the train down El Barrio
from the station straight to Orange Julius
Bought a hot dog my man George Drakoulias