Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story - Slick Rick

Ricky,
will you read us a story?
Please, huh,
Allright,
you get to bed,
get the storybook.
Ya'll in?

we go,
Once a time not long ago,
people wore pajamas and lived life slow,
When laws were and justice stood,
And people were behavin' like ought to good,
There a lil' boy who was misled,
By lil' boy and this is what he said:
"Me, Ya, Ty, we make sum cash,
robbin' old folks and tha dash",
They did the job, came with ease,
But one couldn't stop, it's he had a disease,
He robbed another and and a sista and her brotha,
to rob a man who was a D.T. 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 did he know the lil' boy was strapped,
The kid pulled out a gun, he "Why did ya hit me?",
The was set straight for the cop's kidney,
The cop got scared, the kid, he to figure,
"I'll do years if I pull trigga",
So he dashed and ran around the block,
Cop radio's it to lady cop,
He ran by a tree, there he saw sista,
A shot for the head, he back but he missed her,
around good and from expectations,
So he decided he'd head for the stations,
But,
(What)
She was and he made a left,
He was runnin' top till he was outta breath,
Knocked an old man down and swore he him,
"Sorry"
he made his move to an abandoned building,
Ran up the up to the top floor,
Opened up the door there, who he saw?,
(Who)
the dope fiend shootin' dope,
Who know the meaning of water nor soap,
He said "I bullets, hurry up, run!"
The dope fiend brought a spanking shotgun,
He went but there was cops all over,
Then he dipped a car, a stolen Nova (?),
Raced up the doing 83,
Crashed a tree near university,
Escaped though the car was battered,
and all the cops scattered,
Ran out of and still had static,
Grabbed a lady and out the automatic,
Pointed at her head and he the gun was full o' lead,
He told the "Back off or honey here's dead",
in his heart he knew he was wrong,
So he let the lady go and he to run on,
sounded, he seemed astounded,
Before the lil' boy got surrounded,
He the gun, so went the glory,
And this is the way I end this story,
He was only seventeen, in a dream,
The cops the kid, I still hear him scream,
ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh,
Just another case 'bout the path,
Straight 'n narrow or yo' soul cast.
Goodnight!