Luyện nghe bài hát 66th Street

think it was a Sunday, in January,
I could be wrong and I it isn't necessary,
But I that the ground was made of snow,
And if you went outside you better take coat.
I must been 19 years old I had a cashier job at a convenience store,
Workin' the makin' minimum dough,
discount smokes to the neighborhood folk.
I didn't pay much to his ski mask,
Its Minnesota man face'll freeze fast,
But I bet that I looked sorta dumb when I first caught sight of his orange gun.
There I am high and trying to decide how I feel about his right hand,
Is that a-god a minute, it is a flare gun,
And guess where aimin' it?
You probably ain't to win the lottery,
So you gotta be robbin' me.
He his head so I opened up the till,
Grabbed the paper bag for the money 'cause I the drill.
I him the cash and the food stamps,
And he just stood there lookin' all and I'm thinkin',
Yo why the ain't he movin'?
Come on crazy white boy don't do stupid.
bag is worth maybe two thirty,
Not enough for you to pull the back and burn me,
By now you be down the street,
Ain't you ever see the way they do shit on TV?
Yeah it was fun but done,
Now get out.
(Um, do you me to get on the ground and start countin'?)
Before the ski mast even noddin' I was already on that,
(One one thousand, Two one thousand)
The front door beeped I heard him so I called my boss and the Richfield police,
Gotta close the shop and lock the because some trailer trash just robbed the store.
(Eh, I don't know, maybe 5'10? [What was he wearing?] Skinny, flannel shirt, ski mask, [how much money?] two hundred thirty, maybe two fifty? [he threatened you with a flare gun?] yeah a flare gun [a flare gun?] like a fuckin' flare gun. a ball of fire comes out. [Police laughes] What would you do if i pointed a flare gun at you?)
acted so suspicious,
I guess the flare gun story fictitious,
Are you me of petty embezzlement?
Don't you see my left adrenalin?
Bosses and can't be my friend.
felt loyalty to either again.
And to it real,
The irony set,
Until a year when I got fired for stealin' cigarettes.
(Gotta light?)