Luyện nghe bài hát Criminology

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

In Apache Pass, Prince Rupert, Injun Jack a gun to my head
He said how do you like it now 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 me if Im boring you dear listener, accept my humble apology.
You may Im just a folk singer, no, Im a master in the art of criminology.

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

well the devil a cubist horse, the devil hes got angles
but God is an expressionist, he got the strangled down in purgatorian limbo in hell
Ahh them rip joints 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 some folk singer, no, Im a master in the art of criminology.

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

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