Luyện nghe bài hát Friday's Tie-Dye Nightmare

In Friday's tie-dye
I was trying to get here to there
Walking to, passing through everywhere
I got on at my station, through the fire
Looking for an elevation that would get me a little

News of people dying, lying on the stair
Crying for the nation, can we up a prayer
There'll be a coronation, a fancy dress
We'll be lined up in formation, but we won't be going

Down the hellhole, to make my way
I get where I wanted, due to an unforeseen delay
The man was apologetic as he turned his to say
Sorry, kid, you're not gonna it home today
Hey mister, why'd you take my ticket
Even more to the point, how I let you
I could blame it all on you, or make up my mind to
I I knew a way I could forget you

I read the fine print, y'gotta be on the ball
Some I'm less confident, up against a wall
I wonder where my mind went, I have made the call
I like to think I'm innocent, but then, we all

I got to the location, hoping for the best
But another put me to the test
A man in pants, a white shirt, and a red vest
Had fallen on the track and no one got depressed
Or even he wasn't putting on an act
said he'd drunk too much
'Cause he was on his back
It was also duly noted that he happened to be
There was a serious of anything right at all here

the difference--I didn't stop
The very least I could have done was a cop
But I passed the vendor, pursuing my agenda
And I like everyone else, I dropped the ball

Still trying to get home, I saw a
And put some I had found
They were supposed to work, they did for the man me
But when I dropped them in, they wouldn't go

What is on here
Will I ever know the
How do to deal with the time stealing away daddy's youth
Story after of disaster barely missed
You see, miracles somehow do exist
And anyone can be by lady fortune

So I gathered up my skirt and my wallet in
Grabbed my bag and the sling I carried my child in
Funny she didn't cry, she wasn't at all
She could see a happy in the patterns on the wall

And
The next was the right one, but not for the vested man
I try, but there's too many things never understand
Y'gotta keep on knowing someone's got a plan
For Friday's nightmare and Monday's promised land
And it is