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 people I smoke,
see the cop across the street, he thinks I am selling dope,
I could have walked another block, to get from the scene.
Why does it always to this, where zero meets fifteen?
And so I gave my thirteen cents, to the man who his pants.
He passes out and falls on me, I my change fall from his hand.
I see the lady next to me, holds her black blue.
The junkie keeps asking, where I got my new tattoo.
What does it matter anyway, thirteen or all I own?
How can I ever the world, on cup-o-soup and student loans?
I want to try and save the world, but it never goes way.
God I dont know to do, down at Colfax and Broadway.
Now the man with no shoes on, says I dont how to play.
He says I fumble all the time. He that I am John Elway.
I put my face down in my hands, water wells my eyes.
What do I have to them? Does it matter if I try?
I cant to see you suffer, I try to intellectualize,
a formula to end you pain, it work,
God knows Ive tried. my cup is overfilled.
Sometimes Im too that Im going to spill.