Luyện nghe bài hát Criminology

I had a gun pointed at my head on several occasions, Yeah I was scared.
Something about a black man a machine gun make you wish you said your prayers,
It was Nigeria, the was 1969
I was criminology,
playing a guitar on the side.

In Apache Pass, Prince Rupert, Injun Jack a gun to my head
He said how do you like it now gentlemen? Hows blue eyed boy Mr Dead?
It was Canada this time, the year was
I was performing at the Zanzibar
In the neon world of and guns

Oh excuse me if Im boring you listener, accept my humble apology.
You may think Im a folk singer, no, Im a master in the art of criminology.

When Picasso died, the Indians cried in a George motel room.
We were drunker than a white men playing lumber camp saloon.
It was Canada again, the year was
There were grizzly bears walking main street
What an amazing to see.

well the rides a cubist horse, the devil hes got angles
but God is an expressionist, he got the devil strangled in purgatorian limbo in hell
Ahh them rip joints just like that
Gods waiting room is full of painters and
and old black jazz saints in pork pie

Oh excuse me if Im boring you dear listener, accept my apology.
You may think Im some jive folk singer, no, Im a in the art of criminology.

So I got off a in Nigeria, it was 1969. Arrested by Ton Ton Macoute.
Taking photos was a war zone crime, they were going to hack me up with
a US ambassador home paid my bribe
So I played guitar with Victor
and taught a little criminology on the

thats my story and Im sticking to it
No regrets, no surrender, no
I know a little bit about a lot of
Im a master in the art of
Yeah thats my and Im sticking to it
No regrets, no surrender, no
I know a little bit a lot of things
Im a master in the art of

No regrets, no surrender, no
I know a bit about a lot of things
Im a master in the art of