Luyện nghe bài hát The 80 Bus

On my way work, I'm on the 80 bus,
It's crowded as hell, raising up a fuss,
Shove past an old man and take the free spot,
I lean back in my bucket seat and check out I've got,
in my eye, smile on my face,
Slicked back hair, gotta up with the pace,
Cheap smelling perfume is here and there,
I open up a window 'cause it's hard to bear
All I is a look in my direction,
Take another peek at a complection,
All this stress makes me indigestion
Hey, won't you notice, a moment in reflection
You'll find me hanging around,
Playing at Gert's and drinking 'till I drown,
A suit, I can't get dusty,
Karaoke mic, you know my rusty,
Friday is here, and I'm on the move,
Fall down some stairs, and me up a dube,
Rev up the engine of my Trans-am,
I guess I never realized that I'm my fan
always find me hanging around,
Playing at Gert's and drinking 'till I drown,
A leisure suit, I get dusty,
Karaoke mic, you my singing's rusty