Luyện nghe bài hát Copper

If you looking for a way to make me mad
It was a fire way you found, acting like a half wit fool
Laying your money around, well, I came back here to you Lou
'Bout you almost did

Don't you ever put the on the counter Lou
When I'm with my kid, yeah, the kid's thirteen he's Lou
Two years and he'll be bigger me, still he thinks I'm strong
As a blacksmith and straighter than the tall oak

I raised him ten years now since his mama ran away
And you gonna blow his image of me
For the stunt like you pulled

They took the copper out of the penny, Lou
got the pig locked up in the pen
But you're in big with me, yes you
If you ever do that

Ten bucks a week protection mean I can't knock you down
You've got to treat me like a living Lou whenever my son's around
Yeah, the kid to be a policeman just like me
You he'll be a good one the way I started out to be

And he just might end up police
Now wouldn't that be something to see? then the kid
Would kick right off of the all the two-bit grafters like me

They the copper right out of the penny, Lou
They got the pig up in the pen
But in big trouble with me, yes you
If you do that again

I guess it was when my old left me
And she took off with a salesman guy, I started to see
So differently, cut your own out of the pie, yeah I grew up
And it clear to me all the smart cops on the make

You get a silver badge not an old tin
When you're on the take, it's pimps and whores, punk gang
Robberies and homicides, when you the beat with the creeps
On the street, well there ain't no way to

I spent half my life no wife ridin' herd
On the scum of the earth, I learned the of the trade from
The gutter parade and then I prayed for all I'm worth, you know
I appreciate the Lou? 'Cause it all goes into the bank

And when I send my kid to college someday, I'll guys
you to thank, yeah, ten bucks a week on your grocery store
Means you don't have to worry 'bout crime but hold our
When the kid's with me you can pay me next time

They took the copper out of the penny, Lou
They got the pig up in the pen
But you're in big trouble me, yes you
If you do that again

Ten bucks a week don't mean I can't knock you down
You've got to treat me a living saint Lou, whenever my son's around