Luyện nghe bài hát Crime In The City (sixty To Zero Part 1)

Well, the cop made the
He was he was right
He had all of the
From the bank heist last
His best was the robber
And his wife was a
All the children killers
couldn't get no relief
The was surrounded
When a voice loud and
Said, Come on out with hands up
Or blow you out of here.
was a face in the window
The TV cameras
Then they cut to the
And the was told.

The artist at the producer
The producer sat
He said, we have got here
Is a track
But we don't a vocal
And we don't have a
If we could get these accomplished
else could go wrong.
So he balanced the
As he picked up the
And said, me a songwriter
Who's far from home
And make sure that 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 my car like a target
I take my orders from
Meanwhile kid blows my head off
Well, I play by their
why I'm doin' it my way
I took the law in my

So here I am in the
A wad of in my pants
I get by a ten year old
He says he up to me
still crime in the city
But good to be free.
Yeah.

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

Well, I gettin' younger
My life's been funny way
Before I ever learned to
I forgot to say
I back to my mom
I sassed to my teacher
I got out of Bible school
For sassin' back at the
Then I up to be a fireman
Put out every fire in
Put out smokin'
But I put the hose down
The judge me to prison
He gave me life parole
Wish I never put the hose
Wish I got old.