Luyện nghe bài hát 25 Years

Shackled on his through the gates.
It better, as it grows deader.
And I'm confident that she won't wait,
I wrote a letter, letter.

All she wrote was hate.

Bang bang, pull the trigger you down.
Now you're on the ground.
Bang bang, pull the shot you down.
Bullets all around.
Bang bang, pull the trigger you down.
Now you're under ground.
Bang bang. bang.

And I woke up Sunday broke, oh,
No I own, whoa oh.
I my pistols in my waist.
And they say a rude got no soul, whoa oh,
and now I pay, oh,
for 25 years a day, whoa oh.
I stay.

Recalling the actions of day,
My foggy,
It's groggy.

In the gas at midnight I proclaimed,
Yo dummy! the money!
got me blocks away.

Bang bang, the trigger shot you down.
Now you're on the ground.
Bang bang, pull the shot you down.
Bullets all around.
bang, pull the trigger shot you down.
Now you're buried ground.
bang. Bang bang.

And I woke up Sunday broke, oh,
No money I own, oh.
I my pistols in my waist.
And they say a rude boys got no soul, oh,
and now I pay, oh,
for 25 years a day.
I stay.

Bang bang, the trigger shot you down.
Now bleeding on the ground.
Bang bang, the trigger shot you down.
flying all around.
Bang bang, the trigger shot you down.
Now you've buried ground.
Bang bang. bang.

And I up Sunday broke, whoa oh,
No money I own, oh.
I my pistols in my waist.
And say a rude boys got no soul, whoa oh,
and now I pay, oh,
for 25 years a day.
I stay.

Having been found guilty of the charge of degree murder by a jury of your peers, you are hereby sentenced to serve, one life term, one life term, one life term, guilty of the charge of first degree murder, one life term.

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