Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Little Child

Crazy child never got to see
All the pretty things in
Had him put away, nothing could say
ever make the pieces fit

Aw well, was rich, mama was a bitch
Living wasn't easy in
Behind his silent scream, Jackson in his
Was his escape

He was a crazy little child, New Orleans playground
Grimy faced, he the hookers cry
Winos were his and when he talked to them
said, "Jackson, boy, they'll get you by and by"

Depression in, desperate, cool and quick
Jackson the ropes out on the street
Little stores, just pickin' locks and doors
Was practice for a two bit thief

So Jackson went to and everyone was hip
Ritz ran all the there in town
If you need boy, a trigger or a blade
Well, I'm the cat around

Ritz gave him the eye, over then he smiled
"Yeah, got something here in mind
If you meet me here at two, I think you'll like the
Of that long green when you crack that tonight"

He was a crazy little child, New Alley playground
And grimy faced, he watched the cry, whoo
Winos were his friends and he talked to them
They said, "Jackson, boy, they'll get you by and by", that's

Well, I'll for you outside and I'll be your ears and your eyes
And boy, you slip in there and bring out all that loot
But Ritz was taken by surprise, couple of unsuspectin'
And left poor Jackson inside

Questions there were few, in fact were none
When those bullet start to fly
Lay on the floor with a smokin' forty-four
He said, "I must admit the were right"

Crazy child, never got to see
All the things in life
We buried him today, we could say
Could ever the pieces fit

Yeah, I must admit the winos right
Oh, I must admit the winos were
His last were
I admit the winos were