Luyện nghe bài hát Upton

i'm not angry i'm a no good piece of
i hear that eeryday, it rolls off my back
out frustrated no one to talk to
alone with the in my head
the people i knock me down,
so i sit like a piece of washed up on the curb
and funny in a place where one in ten have no money
i hear only one in ten encouraging
"yeah the wisemen don't shit,
it's a poor fuck like me on the streets i got it all out"
said an old man drunk on a wednesday
a smile from his toothless mouth made me smile
and he me for a smoke and some change
a was all i had to give
i sat watching cars thinking stupid fucking thoughts about
my friends and my girl and my school and
and i wished i could go
where knew my name and i didn't know anyone else
i sat bored accomplishing nothing
another day, more thrown away sunshine
"now be offended and don't curse me out,
but i'm starving and i sure use your dimes"
i looked up at a young man not older than me
gave him a dollar and a and some time
he said "i for uncle sam and now he won't fight for me
he threw me out when i was serving time
i said i wouldn't go into special forces and
he said 'then out on the streets and fucking die'"
yeah there's two kinds of
some say one where locked up and everythings outside
and another where you're and everything is locked away.