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 heist last
His best was the robber
And his was a thief
All the children killers
They couldn't get no
The bungalow was
a voice loud and clear
Said, Come on out with hands up
Or we'll you out of here.
was a face in the window
The TV cameras
Then cut to the announcer
And the was told.

The artist looked at the
The producer sat
He said, What we got here
Is a track
But we don't a vocal
And we have a song
If we get these things accomplished
Nothin' could go wrong.
So he the ashtray
As he picked up the
And said, me a songwriter
drifted far from home
And make that he's hungry
Make sure he's
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 feel like meat on the
paint my car like a target
I take my orders from
some 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 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 still in the city
But good to be free.
Yeah.

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

Well, I keep younger
My been funny that way
Before I ever learned to
I what to say
I sassed to my mom
I sassed back to my
I got thrown out of Bible
For back at the preacher
Then I grew up to be a
Put out fire in town
Put out anything
But when I put the hose
The judge me to prison
He gave me without parole
Wish I put the hose down
I never got old.