Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story

Uncle Whitey, Whitey
Can you us a bedtime story?
Be here, bed time thing
Yeah, can you some bedtime stories

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

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

did the job, money came with ease
But one stop, it's like he had a disease
He robbed and another, a sister and her brother
Tryin' to rob a man who was a DT

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

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

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

Looked around and expectations
So he decided he'd head for the subway
But she was comin' so he a left
He was top speed till he was outta breath

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

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

He outside but there was cops all over
Then he into a car was a stolen Nova
Raced up the block doin' 83, crashed into a near university
alive though the car was shattered
Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the scattered

Ran out of bullets but he had static
Grabbed a lady pulled out the automatic
He pointed at her and said "The gun was full of lead
So the cops back off, or honey dead"

Deep in his heart he knew he was
So he let the lady go and he starts to on
sounded, he seemed astounded
Before long the boy got surrounded

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

This ain't funny so don't you dare
Just another case the wrong path
Straight and narrow or your soul gets
Good