Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story - Slick Rick

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

we go,
Once upon a not long ago,
when people wore and lived life slow,
laws were stern and justice stood,
And were behavin' like they ought to good,
There a lil' boy who was misled,
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he
"Me, Ya, Ty, we make sum cash,
robbin' old and makin' tha dash",
did the job, money came with ease,
But one couldn't stop, like he had a disease,
He robbed another and another and a and her brotha,
to rob a man who was a D.T. 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,
The kid out a gun, he said "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 if I pull this trigga",
So he dashed and ran around the block,
Cop it to another lady cop,
He ran by a tree, there he saw sista,
A shot for the head, he shot but he missed her,
Looked around and from expectations,
So he decided head for the subway stations,
But,
(What)
She was coming and he a left,
He was runnin' top speed he was outta breath,
an old man down and swore he killed him,
"Sorry"
Then he made his move to an building,
Ran up the up to the top floor,
Opened up the door there, who he saw?,
(Who)
Dave the fiend shootin' dope,
Who don't know the meaning of nor soap,
He "I need bullets, hurry up, run!"
The fiend brought back a spanking shotgun,
He went outside but was cops all over,
he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova (?),
Raced up the doing 83,
into a tree near university,
Escaped alive the car was battered,
and all the cops scattered,
Ran out of and still had static,
a pregnant 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 go and he starts to run on,
sounded, he seemed astounded,
Before long the boy got surrounded,
He dropped the gun, so the glory,
And is the way I must end this story,
He was seventeen, in a madman's dream,
The shot the kid, I still hear him scream,
This ain't so don't ya dare laugh,
another case 'bout the wrong path,
Straight 'n narrow or yo' soul cast.
Goodnight!