Luyện nghe bài hát Criminology

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

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

Oh excuse me if Im boring you 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 Indians cried in a Prince 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
an amazing sight to see.

well the devil 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 southern rip just like that
Gods waiting room is of painters and poets
and old black saints in pork pie hats

Oh excuse me if Im boring you dear listener, my humble 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 machetes
a US ambassador home paid my bribe
So I guitar with Victor Uwaifo
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 a lot of things
Im a master in the art of
Yeah thats my and Im sticking to it
No regrets, no surrender, no
I know a bit about a lot of things
Im a master in the art of

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