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 pissin' on the third
Groggy eyed and I'm headed for the station
D-Train ride Coney Island

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

Also popping
Two bums fucking I them rocking
Head for the last car light blackout
Policeman my homeboy put that crack out

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

French trench coat tip going to work
Pulling a train like Kirk
Pick pocket gangsters paying their
a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz

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

$50.00 fine for the peace
The neck the Lee's creased
Hot cup of coffee and the are Dunkin
Friday night and Queens funkin

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

Sat across from a man El Diario
Riding the train down from El
from the station straight to Orange Julius
Bought a hot dog from my man Drakoulias