Luyện nghe bài hát 44 Robbers

I got up at half four
Forty-four around my door
Forty-four and more
What the hell they me for?
Stubbly faces and grins
no way I'm lettin' them in

No way, you can't in
robbers stinkin' of gin
Uh huh, I lettin' you in
I'll hit you a rolling pin
So can't hurt a fly

Get in my way and sure as hell try
your butt down the block
Can't wait for the cops

Fifty and fifty thieves
Starring at the on my street
Shit, over my there's Popeye and Bluto
Looking nasty can I remember my
It's always like going out alone
So damn scared might leave home

No way, you can't in
robbers stinkin' of gin
Uh huh, I ain't you in
I'll hit you a rolling pin
So small hurt a fly

Get in my way and I'll sure as try
Kick your butt the block
wait yellin' for the cops

I've got my freedom, got my pride
All means nothin' with the men
Puffing and preening and strutting their
my way out, had enough
Give me justice, it over now
Gotta get a gun or maybe just town, see ya

Sly and Al Capone
Are me grief on the telephone
All I is a Swiss cheese sarnie
When at the stands big Arnie
Hey Jean-Claude, move
That taxi's mine, I'm taking that

When I go out to get the paper
What's my man to think someone might her
I'm just having a on my own
Don't mean Hulk Hogan can me home

Got my but my loud-as-fuck whistle
So I just pray the Epistles
For help to come, sooner
Until then I'll in my room