Luyện nghe bài hát 44 Robbers

I got up at half four
Forty-four robbers my door
Forty-four and maybe
What the hell they me for?
Stubbly and gap-tooth grins
Ain't no way I'm them in

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

Get in my way and I'll as hell try
Kick butt down the block
Can't wait for the cops

Fifty dealers and fifty
Starring at the drive-in on my
Shit, my shoulder there's Popeye and Bluto
Looking nasty can I remember my
It's always like this going out
So damn might never leave home

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

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

I've got my freedom, I've got my
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 giving me on the telephone
All I is a Swiss cheese sarnie
at the deli stands big Arnie
Hey Jean-Claude, aside
That 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 a beer on my own
Don't Hulk Hogan can take me home

Got my mace but my whistle
So I just pray the Epistles
For to come, someday sooner
Until I'll stay in my room