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 bedtime stories

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

was a little boy who was misled
By another lil' boy and this is 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 stop, it's like he had a disease
He robbed and another, a sister and her brother
to rob a man who was a DT undercover

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 know the boy was strapped

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

Looked around good and
So he he'd head for the subway 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 fiend shootin' dope
Who don't know the of water nor soap
He said, "I need bullets, up, run"
The dope fiend brought a spankin' shotgun

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

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

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

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

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