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

Well, the cop the showdown
He was he was right
He had all of the
From the bank heist last
His best was the robber
And his was a thief
All the children were
couldn't get no relief
The bungalow was
When a loud and clear
Said, Come on out your 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 track
But we don't have a
And we have a song
If we could get these things
else could go wrong.
So he balanced the
As he picked up the
And said, Send me a
drifted far from home
And make sure he's hungry
sure he's 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 like meat on the street
They paint my car a target
I take my orders from
some kid blows my head off
Well, I by their rules
That's why I'm it my way
I the law in my hands

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

Now I come from a
That has a broken
Sometimes I talk to
On the
When he says he loves me
I know he does
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 weekend
I could walk in his shoes
But now I'm doin' my own
I'm good, then I'm bad
Although my home has been
the best home I ever had
Yeah.

Well, I keep gettin'
My been funny that way
Before I learned to talk
I what to say
I back to my mom
I back to my teacher
I got thrown out of school
For sassin' at the preacher
Then I up to be a fireman
Put out fire in town
Put out smokin'
But when I put the hose
The sent me to prison
He gave me life parole
Wish I put the hose down
I never got old.