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
eyed and fried I'm headed for the station
D-Train ride Coney Island

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

Also finger
Two bums fucking I seen them
Head for the last car light blackout
Policeman told my homeboy put crack out

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

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

Overworked and staring at the floor
Prostitutes spandex caught in the dong doors
Stuck between the stations it like an eternity
like sardines in a flophouse fraternity

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

Elevated platform never conform
Riding over the diner where I always get my toast
Bust into the 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
Went the station straight to Orange Julius
a hot dog from my man George Drakoulias