Luyện nghe bài hát Criminology

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

In Pass, Prince Rupert, Injun Jack puts a gun to my head
He said how do you like it now gentlemen? Hows your blue eyed boy Mr
It was Canada this time, the was 1971
I was performing at the Zanzibar
In the neon world of and guns

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

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

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

Oh excuse me if Im boring you dear listener, accept my apology.
You may Im some 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 crime, they were going to hack me up with machetes
a US ambassador come home my bribe
So I played guitar with Uwaifo
and taught a criminology on the side

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

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