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

Well, the cop made the
He was sure he was
He had all of the
From the bank last night
His friend was the robber
And his wife was a
All the were killers
They couldn't get no
The bungalow was
When a voice and clear
Said, Come on out with your up
Or we'll you out of here.
There was a in the window
The TV cameras
Then cut to the announcer
And the was told.

The artist at the producer
The sat back
He said, we have got here
Is a track
But we don't have a
And we have a song
If we could get things 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 he's hungry
Make sure he's
me a cheeseburger
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 fools
Meanwhile kid blows my head off
Well, I play by their
That's why I'm it my way
I the law in my hands

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

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

Well, I keep younger
My life's been funny way
Before I ever to talk
I forgot to say
I back to my mom
I sassed back to my
I got thrown out of school
For sassin' at the preacher
Then I grew up to be a
Put out every in town
Put out anything
But when I put the hose
The judge sent me to
He gave me life parole
I never put the hose down
Wish I got old.