Luyện nghe bài hát The Message

Broken glass
People pissing on the
Y'know they just care
I can't take the
I can't the noise
I got no money to out
I guess I got no
Rats in the room
Roaches in the
in the alley with a baseball bat
I tries to get but I couldn't get far
Cos a man a truncheon re-possessed my car

Don't me cos I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to my head
It's a jungle sometimes
It me wonder how I keep from going under

My son said: "Daddy, I don't go to school
Cos the teacher's a jerk, he must I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer I think it'd be
If I just got a job learned to be a sweeper
I'll dance to the beat, shuffle my feet a shirt and tie
And run the creeps"
Cos all about money ain't a damn thing funny
You got to have a car in this land of and honey
A is born with no state of mind
Blind to the of mankind
God is smiling on you but he's too
Because only God knows what you'll go
You'll grow in the living second rate
And your will see a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you
Looks one great big alleyway

You'll admire all the number takers
The pimps the pushers and the big makers
Driving great big cars spending twenties and
And you want to grow up to be just like
Smugglers burglars gamblers
Pickpocket pedlars panhandlers
You say I'm cool I'm no
But then you end up dropping right outa

Now you're unemployed and void
Walking round like you're Boy Floyd
stick up kid look what you done did
Got sent up for an eight bid
used and abused to serve like hell
Till one day you was hung dead in the cell