Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story - Slick Rick

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

we go,
Once upon a time not ago,
when wore pajamas and lived life slow,
laws were stern and justice stood,
And people behavin' like they ought to good,
There lived a boy who was misled,
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he
"Me, Ya, Ty, we gonna sum cash,
robbin' old and makin' tha dash",
They did the job, money came ease,
But one stop, it's like he had a disease,
He robbed and another and a sista and her brotha,
to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover,
The cop his arm, he started 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,
The kid pulled out a gun, he "Why did ya hit me?",
The barrel was set for the cop's kidney,
The cop got scared, the kid, he to figure,
"I'll do years if I this trigga",
So he cold and ran around the block,
Cop radio's it to another cop,
He ran by a tree, there he saw sista,
A shot for the head, he shot 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 speed till he was breath,
Knocked an old man and swore he killed him,
"Sorry"
he made his move to an abandoned building,
Ran up the up to the top floor,
Opened up the there, guess who he saw?,
(Who)
Dave the dope fiend dope,
Who don't know the of water nor soap,
He said "I bullets, hurry up, run!"
The fiend brought back a spanking shotgun,
He went outside but was cops all over,
Then he dipped into a car, a stolen (?),
Raced up the block 83,
Crashed into a tree university,
alive though the car was battered,
Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the scattered,
Ran out of and still had static,
Grabbed a lady and out the automatic,
Pointed at her and he said the gun was full o' lead,
He told the cops "Back off or here's dead",
Deep in his he knew he was wrong,
So he let the go and he starts to run on,
Sirens sounded, he astounded,
Before long the boy got surrounded,
He the gun, so went the glory,
And this is the way I must end story,
He was only seventeen, in a dream,
The shot the kid, I still hear him scream,
This ain't so don't ya dare laugh,
Just another case 'bout the path,
Straight 'n narrow or yo' soul cast.
Goodnight!