Luyện nghe bài hát D-Law

Look at that guy in those leather pants
He can't and you can see he can't dance
And spinning, throwing his hair
He's got to say, he's just happy to be there

Look at his friend and at his face
got a one track mind and a two stringed bass
On garbage drums with a license to
Pete sets the pace to

But I care, no
by the order of the police
And sweet old
Yeah, we do as we

It's the law
(Disneyland law)
And we don't no more, no
We got the law
(Disneyland law)
Yeah, it's so far out, it anarchy a bore

What the critics defined as presence of
Is nothing but a to be four of a kind
And though we do not the same label
each of us is a can of tomato

From ego to upper i.d.
We're climbing up on the tree
cellar to TV, arena to bowl
To Penthouse View from

But I care, no
'Coz by the of the police
And old Walt
Yeah, we do as we

It's the law
(Disneyland law)
Yeah, and we don't no more, no
We got the law
(Disneyland law)
Yeah, it's so far out, it makes anarchy a

(Disneyland law)
Yeah, doing our duty
(Disneyland law)
When a track
(Disneyland law)
With our pistol foreskin

481914, anyplace you haven't
This open territory
We're a road-block
On your guard,
Oh, my god, there's a in here

Yeah, by of the police
We do as we
hear something funny?
We print our own

law
(Disneyland law)
And we don't more
We got the law
(Disneyland law)
It's so far out it makes a bore

(Disneyland law)
the beauty of the duty
(Disneyland law)
When a track

(Disneyland law)
law
With our pistols back