Luyện nghe bài hát The Wacky World Of Mass Transit

Fresh from the meadow with a mellow
I was to persue another quest for the bus
I had to go to San Fran, it's that I can't stand
It's for a ride with ma dukes makes a fuss
I don't like fussin' so I ask my older
he maybe find time to give the D-E-L a lift
He said it is impossible because he has a full of plans for the
day
I had to go and sift through pennies in my
To many it may that the public transportation really isn't keen
And I agree the theory
Because it's and the bus was due at 2:35
I wear my Girbauds so I can wait pride
I waited at the bus feeling kinda high
From a that I smoked
I riffed and
A liitle scene the bus arrived late like a joke
With a punchline
And it was lunchtime
The bus should've been here, the had much time
To get is act
No matter the weather
Now I'm sittin' at the bus stop waitin' like
#1]
When oh is the bus gonna come
I'm getting sick and of the wait
When oh when is the bus gonna
here comes a pack of about 14
Lookin' real mean with and jeans
And bad attitudes and I in the mood
For no head on collision the hoods
Try to use my transfer but no good
Would these rough kids get busy with the youngsta
Amongst the many who must rapid transit to get through the city
I'm not
But if I go sit in the it's curtains
Kids ride the back
kinda shit is that?
Nowadays can't wait to hit the back
Let me in the front with the elderly
So those other cats won't hell with me
#2]
Oh golly gee, not day on the 46A
I caught the 46B
'Cause takes the mass scene and group through the trees
And shoots the with the ladies
Look at that around the way
Yeah, I see her
(whistle) crack than a drug dealer
A kid sits by me a gang of afro sheen on
I'm not Joe Clark and I would hate for him to on
My and try to hold a conversation
I don't have the patience
When oh is the bus gonna reach its destination
over space and time
Wastin'
Word up, I can't take this of nitwits
I'm about to have a fit
'Cause this here is making me car sick
Check out the brother the loaded .38
Braggin' to his buddies the money that he makes
Sellin' crack viles pancakes
To just like the one
That's by the window starvin' for a fix
He his last 80 cents on fare
He up and lets me get in his chair
Then I sit and a snooze
But I still
'Cause I cruise past my stop
Had to get off and 15 blocks. . .