Luyện nghe bài hát April 26th 1992

April 26th, 1992, there was a riot on the
me, where were you?
You were sittin home, your TV
While I was paticipatin in anarchy

First spot we hit it was my store
I finally got all that I cant afford
red lights flashin, time to retire
And then we that liquor store into a structure fire

stop, we hit it was the music shop
It only took one to make that window drop
Finally we got our own P.A., do you think
I got this guitar that youre hearing Hey

When we returned to the pad to everything
It dawned on me that I new home furnishings
So again we filled the van until it was full
Since that day my livin rooms been comfortable

everybody in the hood has had it up to here
Its getting harder and harder and harder and every year
kids went in a store with their mother
I saw her she came out she was gettin' some pampers

said, it was for the black man
They said, it was for the and not for the white man
But if you look at the streets it wasn't Rodney King
Its this fucked up situation and fucked up police

Its about up and staying on top
And screamin, "187" on a cop
Its not on the paper its on the wall
Guard smoke from all around

Let it burn, let it burn, wanna let it burn
Wanna, let it burn, I feel insane
on the streets of Miami

Oh, riots on the streets of
On the of Long Beach, then San Fransisco
Riots on the streets of Kansas

Oh, Tuscaloosa, Alabama, Cleveland,
Berry, Paramount, Vista Belle
Eugene, Eureka, California

Hesperia, Santa
Motherfuckin' Nevada, Phoenix, Arizona, San
Lakewood, Florida, fuckin' 29