Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story

Uncle Whitey, Whitey
Can you tell us a bedtime
Be right here, bed time
Yeah, can you tell some bedtime

Once upon a not long ago
When wore pajamas and lived life slow
When laws stern and justice stood
And were behavin' like they are too good

There was a little boy who was
By another lil' boy and is what he said
"Me and you, guy, we make some cash
Robbin' old and makin' the dash"

did the job, money came with ease
But one couldn't stop, it's like he had a
He robbed and another, a sister and her brother
Tryin' to rob a man who was a DT

The cop his arm, he started acting erratic
He said, "Keep still, boy, no for static"
Punched him in his belly and he gave him a
But did he know that the boy was strapped

He out his gun and said, "Why'd you hit me?"
The barrel headed straight for the cop's
The cop get scared, the kid, he to figure
"I'll do if I pull this trigger"

So he cold and ran around the block
Cop in to another lady cop
He ran by a tree, there he saw this
A for the head, he shot back but he missed her

Looked good and expectations
So he decided he'd for the subway stations
But she was so he made a left
He was runnin' top till he was outta breath

an old man down he swore he killed him
Then made his move to an building
Ran up to the top floor
He opened up the door there, guess who he

Dave the dope fiend shootin'
Who don't know the meaning of nor soap
He said, "I need bullets, up, run"
The dope brought back a spankin' shotgun

He went outside but there was cops all
Then he dipped into a car was a Nova
up the block doin' 83, crashed into a tree near university
Escaped alive though the car was
and all the cops scattered

Ran out of but he still had static
a pregnant lady pulled out the automatic
He pointed at her head and said "The gun was full of
So the cops back off, or here's dead"

Deep in his he knew he was wrong
So he let the lady go and he to move on
Sirens sounded, he seemed
Before long the lil' boy got

He dropped his gun, so the glory
And is the way I gotta end this story
He was only nineteen, in a madman's
I saw the shoot the kid, I still hear him scream

This funny so don't you dare laugh
Just case 'bout the wrong path
Straight and narrow or your soul gets
night