Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of a Law Abiding Sophisticate

Well me
To a noose and a
What that ol' called the first degree

And all the folks around
to lay me
In the
They found out I put that poor boy

You see I
Did not care
For the way
he'd sit and glare
So I
His eyes for
a bar-room chair

So gonna lay my bones
Appalachian stones
Far beneath cold ground all alone

Oh but if asking me
Where I rather be

It was it
To see boy
Cut from the