Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Little Child

Crazy little child got to see
All the pretty things in
Had him put away, nothing could say
Could make the pieces fit

Aw well, was rich, mama 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
Grimy faced, he the hookers cry
were his friends and when he talked to them
They said, "Jackson, boy, get you by and by"

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

So went to Ritz 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 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 long green when you crack that safe tonight"

He was a crazy child, New Orleans Alley playground
And faced, he watched the hookers cry, whoo
Winos his friends and when he talked to them
They said, "Jackson, boy, get you by and by", that's right

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

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

little child, never got to see
All the pretty things in
We buried him today, we could say
ever make the pieces fit

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