Luyện nghe bài hát The 80 Bus

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