Luyện nghe bài hát Crime in The City

Well, the cop made the
He was sure he was
He had all of the
From the heist last night
His friend was the robber
And his wife was a
All the children were
couldn't get no relief
The bungalow was
When a voice and clear
Said, on out with your hands up
Or blow you out of here.
There was a in the window
The tv rolled
Then they cut to the
And the was told.

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

still crime in the city,
the cop on the beat,
I don't if I can stop it
I like meat on the street
They paint my car a target
I take my from fools
some kid blows my head off
Well, I play by rules
why I'm doin' it my way
I took the law in my

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

Now I come from a
That has a home
Sometimes I to daddy
On the
When he says that he me
I know he does
But I wish I see him
I wish I knew he was
But that's the way all my are
maybe one or two
Wish I see him this weekend
Wish I walk in his shoes
But now I'm doin' my own
I'm good, then I'm bad
Although my home has been
It's the 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 back to my teacher
I got out of Bible school
For back at the preacher
Then I grew up to be a
Put out every fire in
Put out anything
But when I put the down
The judge me to prison
He gave me life parole
Wish I never put the down
Wish I got old.