Luyện nghe bài hát Closing Down The Park

Ya know,
There's this park, you see, in new
what this song is about
Where we used to up
And, um, hang
And we started moving on
And going on the road
We home that much
But, back then they had this really great
we hit town
These parks prime real estate, you see
And if we could keep nice-looking
We could charge more rent for the around town
Now, I know you guys have that here around
But, you know, in new
had this great idea that there had to be a crack-down
So we could sweep the park clean of the elements
And we figured, what we do?
Besides
we could tell a song
To you
Through the musical
And you'll know
So we go
I really so
Well, it is...

Rich man smells smoke, he smells something burning
Doesn't like the odor, put some badges on the scene
Put a suit on everybody you see hangin' round
And if that don't work, we're gonna close park down...
But
Yesterday a man was busted to walk his dog
Cop didn't his attitude, say that he was against the law
Shoot everybody with a this side of the town
And if that don't work, we're gonna close that down...
on, my wounded chandler

You know when you're walkin through park one night
Whether your skin is or white
And you feel that particular pressure on the back of your
And the hairs on the back of neck start to stand up
And you a (police call)
Trust those
Because if big or burly
Or even short and
Or if your named shirley
You could be walkin that park
And meet with the most disaster
Compliments of your
I'm not saying gonna happen
I'm not that it will definitely happen
But it could
Because it has
I mean, it be you
Or you, or you, or you, or you
guys back there
Yeah, guy, yeah definitely
Those three,
Yup, you
Yup, guy
guy
Him
guys up there
Stinky or

Well, enough of my

What about your truth and your mother's pie
I guess all another part of your grand designing lie
Should I tell you something pretty so you don't end my way of
Or should I come up from behind with stolen, bloody, rusty knife
Well maybe I should sit by and you kill my friends
And maybe I can learn to love you and hope you end
Perhaps I can learn to hate you but I think I do
All I know for sure now, it's gotta be me or you
your uncle rolls his joints with his fifty dollar bill
I'm off in some park, and I'm laughing at you still
my saggy ass of at you baby
C'mon tell me all of stories
Tell me about politics
Tell me
me how you blame your kids
me