Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story

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

Once upon a not long ago
When people wore pajamas and life slow
When laws were 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 what he
"Me and you, guy, we gonna make some
Robbin' old folks and the dash"

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

The cop grabbed his arm, he 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 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 starts to
"I'll do if I pull this trigger"

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

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

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

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

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

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

in his heart he knew he was wrong
So he let the go and he starts to move on
Sirens sounded, he astounded
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 shoot the kid, I still hear him

This ain't funny so you dare laugh
Just another case 'bout the wrong
Straight and or your soul gets cashed
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