Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Berkstrum Jones

In the slums of the
was a bag of bones
Who through the shadows
His was Berkstrum Jones

He had a and kid at home
Worked in the all day
As his own in his head
Had slowly 'way

stuck with no real purpose
No for him to live
For already given
All that he's got to

A government van him up
And quickly tossed him in
Where his mind it was up
And his world began to

He awoke inside factory
Dangling the metal chips
they finally found his use
Inside of tips

Now his story isn't
His still howls and moans
out every tragic story
Like the Ballad Of Jones