Luyện nghe bài hát 25 Years

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

All she wrote was hate.

Bang bang, the trigger shot you down.
Now bleeding on the ground.
bang, pull the trigger 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 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 less a day, whoa oh.
I stay.

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

In the gas station at I proclaimed,
Yo dummy! the money!
They got me away.

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

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

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

And I woke up broke, whoa oh,
No money I own, 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.
I stay.

Having been found guilty of the charge of first degree murder by a jury of your peers, you are hereby 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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