Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Little Child

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

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

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

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

So Jackson went to and everyone was hip
Ritz ran all the rackets there in
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 here in
If you meet me here at two, I think you'll the view
Of that long when you crack that safe tonight"

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

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

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

Crazy child, never got to see
All the pretty things in
We buried him today, nothing we say
Could ever the pieces fit

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