Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Little Child

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

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

He was a little child, New Orleans Alley playground
Grimy faced, he watched the cry
Winos were his friends and when he 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 stores, just pickin' locks and doors
Was for a two bit petty thief

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

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

He was a crazy little child, New Orleans Alley
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 there and out all that loot
But was taken by surprise, couple of unsuspectin' guys
And they left poor inside

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

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

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