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 heist night
His best was the robber
And his was a thief
All the children were
couldn't get no relief
The bungalow was
When a voice and clear
Said, come on out with hands up
Or blow you out of here.
was a face in the window
The tv cameras
they cut to the announcer
And the was told.

The artist at the producer
The producer sat
He said, we have got here
Is a track
But we have a vocal
And we don't a song
If we could get these things
else could go wrong.
So he the ashtray
As he up the phone
And said, me a songwriter
Who's far from home
And sure that he's hungry
Make he's alone
Send me a
And a new stone.
Yeah.

still crime 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 like a
I take my orders from
Meanwhile some kid blows my off
Well, I by their rules
That's why I'm it my way
I took the law in my

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

Now I come a family
That has a broken
Sometimes I to daddy
On the
When he that he loves me
I know that he
But I I could see him
I I knew where he was
But the way all my friends are
Except one or two
I could see him this weekend
Wish I walk in his shoes
But now I'm my own thing
I'm good, then I'm bad
Although my home has been
the best home I ever had
Yeah.

Well, I gettin' younger
My life's funny that way
Before I ever learned to
I what to say
I back to my mom
I sassed to my teacher
I got thrown out of Bible
For sassin' at the preacher
I grew up to be a fireman
Put out every fire in
Put out anything
But when I put the hose
The sent me to prison
He me life without parole
Wish I never put the hose
I never got old.