Luyện nghe bài hát 44 Robbers

I got up at past four
Forty-four robbers around my
Forty-four and maybe
the hell they want me for?
Stubbly and gap-tooth grins
no way I'm lettin' them in

No way, you can't in
Forty-four robbers of gin
Uh huh, I ain't you in
hit you with a rolling pin
So small can't a fly

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

Fifty dealers and fifty
Starring at the drive-in on my
Shit, over my shoulder there's and Bluto
nasty can I remember my judo?
It's always like going out alone
So damn scared might never leave

No way, you can't in
Forty-four stinkin' of gin
Uh huh, I lettin' you in
I'll hit you with a pin
So small hurt a fly

Get in my way and I'll sure as try
Kick your down the block
Can't yellin' for the cops

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

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

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 take me

Got my mace but my loud-as-fuck
So ineffective I pray the Epistles
For help to come, sooner
Until I'll stay in my room