Luyện nghe bài hát Criminology

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

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

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

When Picasso died, the Indians in a Prince George motel room.
We were drunker than a thousand white men lumber camp saloon.
It was again, the year was 1973
There were bears walking down main street
an amazing sight to see.

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

Oh excuse me if Im you dear listener, accept my humble apology.
You may think Im jive folk singer, no, Im a master 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 come home my bribe
So I played guitar Victor Uwaifo
and taught a little criminology on the

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

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