Luyện nghe bài hát Stop That Train

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

Dedicated to the in the back of the 1 train
be kicking out windows high on cocaine
Jump the I lost my last token
Riding between the cars pissing

finger popping
Two bums fucking I seen rocking
Head for the last car fluorescent light
Policeman my homeboy put that crack out

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

French trench coat wing tip going to
Pulling a train like Kirk
Pick gangsters paying their debts
Caught a bullet in the lung from Goetz

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

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

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

Sat from a man readin' El Diario
Riding the down from El Barrio
Went the station straight to Orange Julius
Bought a hot dog from my man Drakoulias