Luyện nghe bài hát Criminology

I had a gun at my head on several occasions, Yeah Nadine I was scared.
Something about a black man with a machine gun make you you said your prayers,
It was Nigeria, the was 1969
I was criminology,
playing a guitar 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 boy Mr Dead?
It was Canada this time, the was 1971
I was performing at the club
In the neon world of knives and

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

Picasso died, the Indians 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 bears walking down main
an amazing sight to see.

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

Oh me if Im boring 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 plane in Nigeria, it was 1969. by Ton Ton Macoute.
Taking photos was a war zone crime, they were to hack me up with machetes
a US ambassador come home paid my
So I played guitar with Victor
and taught a little on the side

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

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