Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story

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

Once a time not long ago
When people wore and lived life slow
When laws were and justice stood
And people 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 folks and the dash"

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

The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting
He said, "Keep still, boy, no for static"
him in his belly and he gave him a slap
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 kidney
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 radios in to another cop
He ran by a tree, he saw this sister
A shot for the head, he back but he missed her

Looked around and expectations
So he he'd head for the subway stations
But she was so he made a left
He was runnin' top speed till he was breath

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

Dave the dope shootin' dope
Who know the meaning of water nor soap
He said, "I bullets, hurry up, run"
The dope fiend brought back a shotgun

He went outside but was cops all over
Then he dipped into a car was a stolen
Raced up the block 83, crashed into a tree near university
Escaped alive though the car was
and all the cops scattered

Ran out of bullets but he had static
Grabbed a pregnant lady 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 he knew he was wrong
So he let the go and he starts to move on
Sirens sounded, he astounded
Before the lil' boy got surrounded

He his gun, so went the glory
And this is the way I end this 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 laugh
Just another 'bout the wrong path
and narrow or your soul gets cashed
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