Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story

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

Once upon a not long ago
people wore pajamas and lived life slow
When laws were stern and justice
And people were 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 gonna some cash
Robbin' old folks and the dash"

did the job, money came with ease
But one stop, it's like he had a disease
He another 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 and he gave him a slap
But little did he know that the boy was

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

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

around good and expectations
So he decided he'd head for the stations
But she was comin' so he made a
He was runnin' top speed he was outta breath

Knocked an old man down he swore he him
made his move to an abandoned building
Ran upstairs up to the top
He opened up the there, guess who he saw?

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

He went outside but was cops all over
Then he dipped a car was a stolen Nova
Raced up the block 83, crashed into a tree near university
Escaped alive the car was shattered
Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops

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

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

He dropped his gun, so went the
And this is the way I end this story
He was nineteen, in a madman's dream
I saw the cops the kid, I still hear him scream

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