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 with a gun make you wish you said your prayers,
It was Nigeria, the year was
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 like it now gentlemen? your blue eyed boy Mr Dead?
It was Canada this time, the year was
I was performing at the club
In the neon world of knives and

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 a thousand white men playing lumber camp saloon.
It was Canada again, the year was
were grizzly bears walking down main street
What an 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 joints just like
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 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 come 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 a little bit about a lot of things
Im a master in the art of
Yeah thats my story and Im 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 little bit about a lot of
Im a master in the art of