Luyện nghe bài hát On The Streets I Ran

Ooh, a face glares back
At me the glass and lurches, oh
Forgive me, on the I ran
Turned sickness into, song

Streets of wet black
On roads you can know
You have them
But, they always you
the day that you croak, it's no joke

Ooh, a working-class face back
At me from the and lurches, oh
me, on the street's I ran
Turned into unpopular song

And all street's can do
Is to know the real you
And warn if you leave
You will kill or be killed which isn't nice

Here friendly
But friends
Oh, dear God when I
Be where I be?

And when the palmist
"One you will be dead"
I said, "No, not me, cannot be
Dear God, him, take them, take anyone

The stillborn, the
The infirmed, anyone
Take from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
spare me"