Luyện nghe bài hát Stop That Train

It's 4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Ale
I've got nothing to lose so I'm on the third rail
eyed and fried I'm headed for the station
D-Train ride Coney vacation

to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
They'll be kicking out windows high on
Jump the turnstyle I my last token
Riding between the cars smoking

Also finger
Two bums fucking I them rocking
Head for the last car fluorescent light
Policeman told my put that crack out

You you light up when the lights go down
Read the New York, Fulton, St. Downtown
Same every day but you don't know their names
Party people placed on the D-Train

French coat wing tip going to work
Pulling a like Captain Kirk
Pick pocket gangsters their debts
Caught a bullet in the lung Bernie Goetz

and underpaid staring at the floor
Prostitutes spandex caught in the ding doors
between the stations it seems like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse

$50.00 fine for the peace
The neck tortoise the Lee's
Hot cup of and the donuts are Dunkin
Friday night and Jamaica funkin

platform never gonna conform
Riding over the diner where I get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth and out rhymes
the loud speaker about the hard times

Sat across from a man readin' El
Riding the train from El Barrio
Went the station straight to Orange Julius
Bought a hot dog from my man George