Luyện nghe bài hát Where Zero Meets Fifteen

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