Luyện nghe bài hát The Message

It's like a jungle it makes me wonder
How I keep from under
It's like a sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep going under

glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just dont
I take the smell, I can't take the noise no more
Got no money to move out, I I got no choice
Rats in the front room, cockroaches in the
in the alley with a baseball bat
I to get away, but I couldn't get far
'Cause a man with a tow-truck my car

Don't me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to my head, ah huh-huh-huh
[2nd and ah huh-huh-huh]
[4th: say
It's like a jungle it makes me wonder
How I from going under
It's a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from under

Standing on the front stoop, hangin' out the
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the blow
Crazy livin' in a bag
out of garbage pails, she used to be a fag-hag
Said she danced the tango, the light fandango
The Zircon Princess seemed to her senses
Down at the peepshow, all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls home
She went to the city and got Ditty
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't it on her own

Chorus]

My doing bad took my mother's TV
Says she watches too much, its not healthy
All My in the daytime, Dallas at night
Can't see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors that my phone
And my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, inflation
take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
Neon King standin' on my back
stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
A mid-range migraine, membrane
Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a

Chorus]

My son said: Daddy, I don't wanna go to
Cause the a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be
If I just got a job, learned to be a sweeper
Id dance to the beat, shuffle my
Wear a and tie and run with the creeps
Cause all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
You got to a con in this land of milk and honey"
They pushed that in front of the train
Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on
Stabbed that man in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a new start
I can't through the park, cause it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun, they got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw, my last glass jaw
Hear them say: You want some more?" livin' on a

[4th

A child is with no state of mind
Blind to the of mankind
God is smiling on you but he's too
Because only God what youll go through
grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you
Looks like one big alley way
You'll all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending and tens
And you wanna up to be just like them, huh,
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars,
Pickpockets, even panhandlers
You I'm cool, I'm no fool!
But then you wind up out of high school
Now unemployed, all non-void
Walking round you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what youve did
Got up for a eight year bid
Now your manhood is took and a Maytag
the next two years as a undercover fag
Being used and abused and served hell
'Til one day you was found hung dead in cell
It was plain to see your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung and forth
But now your sing the sad, sad song
Of how you so fast and died so young

So don't push me cause I'm close to the edge, I'm trying not to lose my head, it's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I from going under.
Chorus]