Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Little Child

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

Aw well, Daddy-o was rich, mama was a
wasn't easy in between
Behind his silent scream, in his teens
Was his escape

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

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

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

gave him the eye, once over then he smiled
"Yeah, got something here 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 child, New Orleans Alley playground
And faced, he watched the hookers cry, whoo
Winos were his friends and when he 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 ears and your eyes
And boy, you just 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 Sheriff's start to fly
Lay dying on the with a smokin' forty-four
He said, "I must the winos were right"

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

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