Luyện nghe bài hát 44 Robbers

I got up at past four
Forty-four robbers my door
and maybe more
What the hell want me for?
Stubbly faces and grins
no way I'm lettin' them in

No way, you come in
Forty-four stinkin' 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 as hell try
Kick butt down the block
wait yellin' for the cops

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

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

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

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

Sly Stallone and Al
Are me grief on the telephone
All I want is a Swiss cheese
When at the deli stands big
Hey Jean-Claude, aside
That mine, I'm taking that ride

When I go out to get the paper
my man to think someone might rape her
I'm having a beer on my own
mean Hulk Hogan can take me home

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