Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Little Child

Crazy child never got to see
All the pretty things in
Had him put away, they could say
Could make the pieces fit

Aw well, Daddy-o was rich, was a bitch
Living wasn't in between
his silent scream, Jackson in his teens
Was his escape

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

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

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

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

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

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 was taken by surprise, couple of unsuspectin' guys
And left poor Jackson inside

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

Crazy little child, got to see
All the things in life
We him today, nothing we could say
ever make the pieces fit

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