Luyện nghe bài hát 25 Years

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

All she back was hate.

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, the trigger shot you down.
Now buried 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 boys got no soul, 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 at midnight I proclaimed,
Yo dummy! the money!
They got me away.

Bang bang, pull the trigger 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 under ground.
Bang bang. bang.

And I up Sunday broke, whoa oh,
No I own, whoa 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.
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 buried 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 sentenced to serve, one life term, one life term, one life term, guilty of the of first degree murder, one life term.

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