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

Well, the cop the showdown
He was sure he was
He had all of the
From the bank heist last
His best was the robber
And his wife was a
All the children killers
They couldn't get no
The was surrounded
a voice loud and clear
Said, Come on out with your up
Or we'll you out of here.
There was a face in the
The TV cameras
they cut to the announcer
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
Nothin' else go wrong.
So he balanced the
As he picked up the
And said, me a songwriter
Who's drifted far home
And make sure that he's
Make sure alone
Send me a
And a new Stone.
Yeah.

There's still in the city,
the cop on the beat,
I don't know if I can it
I feel like meat on the
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 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
There's still in the city
But it's to be free.
Yeah.

Now I come from a
has a broken home
Sometimes I talk to
On the
When he that he loves me
I that he does
But I I could see him
I I knew where he was
But that's the way all my are
maybe one or two
Wish I could see him weekend
Wish I could in his shoes
But now I'm doin' my own
Sometimes I'm good, I'm bad
my home has been broken
It's the best home I had
Yeah.

Well, I keep younger
My life's funny that way
I ever learned to talk
I forgot to say
I sassed 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 smokin'
But when I put the hose
The judge me to prison
He gave me life parole
I never put the hose down
Wish I got old.