Luyện nghe bài hát Were Zero Meets Fifteen

My car broke down in Arizona, to ride the bus again, at ten-o-clock on
Tuesday night, thirteen cents and a broken pen.
I put my backpack on the bench, tell two i dont smoke, see the cop
the street, he thinks that am selling dope.
I could have another block, to get away from the scene.
Why does it always come to this, the zero meets fifteen?
And so i gave my cents, to the man who peed his pants.
He passes out and falls on me, i my change fall from his hands.
I see the lady next to me, holds her baby and blue.
The junkie gutter-punks asking, where i got my new tatoo.
What does it matter anyway, thirteen cents or all I
HOw can i ever save the world, on cup-o-soup and student
I want to try and the world, but it never goes that way.
God i dont know what to do, oat Colfax and Broadway.
Now the man with no shoes on, says i dont how to play.
He i fumble all the time.
He thinks that i am Elway.
I put my face down in my hands, wells inside my eyes.
What do i to give them?
Does it if i try?
I stand to see you suffer, i try to intellectualize, a formula to end
your pain, it doesnt work, God Ive tried.
myu cup is overfilled.
Sometimes Im to that Im going to spill.