Luyện nghe bài hát Crime in The City

Well, the cop made the
He was he was right
He had all of the
From the bank last night
His best friend was the
And his was a thief
All the were killers
They get no relief
The was surrounded
a voice loud and clear
Said, come on out with hands up
Or blow you out of here.
There was a face in the
The tv rolled
Then they cut to the
And the was told.

The artist looked at the
The sat back
He said, what we got here
Is a perfect
But we don't have a
And we don't a song
If we get these things accomplished
Nothin' could go wrong.
So he the ashtray
As he picked up the
And said, me a songwriter
Who's far from home
And make sure that he's
Make sure alone
Send me a
And a new stone.
Yeah.

There's still in the city,
the cop on the beat,
I know if I can stop it
I feel like on the street
They paint my car a target
I take my orders fools
Meanwhile some kid my head off
Well, I by their rules
why I'm doin' it my way
I took the law in my

So I am in the alleyway
A wad of in my pants
I get paid by a ten old
He says he up to me
still crime in the city
But it's to be free.
Yeah.

Now I from a family
That has a home
I talk to daddy
On the
When he says that he me
I know he does
But I wish I see him
I I knew where he was
But the way all my friends are
maybe one or two
Wish I could see him weekend
I could walk in his shoes
But now I'm doin' my own
Sometimes I'm good, I'm bad
Although my home has broken
the best home I ever had
Yeah.

Well, I keep younger
My been funny that way
I ever learned to talk
I what to say
I sassed to my mom
I sassed to my teacher
I got thrown out of Bible
For sassin' at the preacher
Then I grew up to be a
Put out fire in town
Put out anything
But I put the hose down
The sent me to prison
He me life without parole
I never put the hose down
Wish I got old.