Luyện nghe bài hát The Message

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 going under

Broken glass
People pissing on the stairs, you know just dont care
I can't take the smell, I can't take the no more
Got no money to out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the room, cockroaches in the back
Junkie's in the alley with a bat
I to get away, but I couldn't get far
a man with a tow-truck repossessed my car

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

Standing on the front stoop, out the window
all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
Crazy lady in a bag
Eatin' out of garbage pails, she used to be a
Said she danced the tango, skipped the fandango
The Zircon Princess to lost her senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the
So she can tell the stories to the back home
She went to the and got So-So-So Ditty
She had to get a pimp, she make it on her own

Chorus]

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

[3rd

My son Daddy, I don't wanna go to school
Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I it'd be cheaper
If I got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
Id dance to the beat, my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the
Cause it's all money, ain't a damn thing funny
You got to have a con in land of milk and honey"
They pushed girl in front of the train
Took her to the doctor, her arm on again
Stabbed that man right in his
Gave him a transplant for a brand new
I can't walk through the park, it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun, they got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw, broke my last jaw
Hear them say: You some more?" livin' on a seesaw

[4th

A child is born with no state of
Blind to the of mankind
God is on you but he's frowning too
only God knows what youll go through
Youll grow in the ghetto, second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of hate
The you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big way
You'll admire all the number book
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money
big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you grow up to be just like them, huh,
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars,
Pickpockets, peddlers panhandlers
You I'm cool, I'm no fool!
But then you wind up dropping out of school
Now unemployed, all non-void
Walking like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, look youve done did
Got sent up for a year bid
Now your is took and you're a Maytag
the next two years as a undercover fag
Being used and abused and like hell
one day you was found hung dead in your cell
It was plain to see your life was lost
You was cold and your swung back 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 to the edge, I'm trying not to lose my head, it's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going under.
[5th