Luyện nghe bài hát Stop That Train

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

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

finger popping
Two bums I seen them rocking
Head for the last car fluorescent blackout
Policeman told my homeboy put that out

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

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

Overworked and underpaid staring at the
Prostitutes spandex in the ding dong doors
Stuck the stations it seems like an eternity
Sweating sardines in a flophouse fraternity

$50.00 for disturbing the peace
The neck the Lee's creased
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are
Friday night and Jamaica funkin

Elevated platform never conform
Riding over the diner I always get my toast warm
Bust the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes
Over the loud speaker about the times

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