Luyện nghe bài hát East Side Mags

Ride, ride, ride,
Ride, ride, ride,
Ride, ride, ride,
Ride, ride, ride,

Through the past the dog run
Smell of burning in the sun
the cab dent his door
Happy here, let's pick up Jorge

'em up, lock 'em up, lock 'em up
Three beers in a cup

Ride, ride, ride,
Ride, ride, ride,
Ride, ride, ride,
Ride, ride, ride,

Inside something ain't right
Too many on a Friday night
I can't see straight in the lights
But I got a there's gonna be a fight

Wrap it up, pack it up up
Full of liquor in our guts

Ride, ride, ride,
Ride, ride, ride,
Ride, ride, ride,
Ride, ride, ride,

'em down, we gotta a ride
Going through the lower east
Day or night, on the run
for trouble, looking for fun

BMX, we got
When we ride don't mess us

Ride, ride, ride,
Ride, ride, ride,
Ride, ride, ride,
Ride, ride, ride,

We are the