Luyện nghe bài hát 44 Robbers

I got up at half past
Forty-four around my door
Forty-four and maybe
What the hell they want me
Stubbly and gap-tooth grins
Ain't no way I'm lettin' 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 small can't a fly

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

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

No way, you come 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 sure as hell try
your butt down the block
Can't wait yellin' for the

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

Sly and Al Capone
Are giving me grief on the
All I want is a cheese sarnie
When at the deli big Arnie
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 I just pray the Epistles
For help to come, someday
then I'll stay in my room