Luyện nghe bài hát In Jail

Markin' time on concrete wall,
seems like it wasn't all that
She my eye with her devilish grin,
every pistol a firing pin.

She she loved me 'cos I was dangerous,
Got my thick skin my dad liked to get drunk and beat me up.
She came from money and it her mean,
the bad apple and the seed.

We hard as nails,
but it's me gonna rot in jail.

I remember the we met,
I clocked her and off we went.
Four-wheelin' on her ranch,
then she put nine-millimeter in my hand.

We off a few rounds at the stars,
lying naked on the of her Dodge.
Then she got that crazy look in her
said, "let's go rob the liquor tonight."

We hard as nails,
but it's me gonna rot in jail.

Not for the money, we did it for the
Shoutin', "Don't act stupid and gets killed."
For eighty dollars and a of wine,
cameras captured my good side.

She me in just to save her own skin,
Creamy turnin' state's evidence.
Her lawyers said I slapped her around,
I got a verdict and the gavel came down.

We were as nails,
but it's me gonna rot in jail.
Yes, it's me gonna rot in jail.

Markin' time on concrete wall,
up for parole, well, next fall.
When they ask me if been reformed,
I'll say, "Y'all let me out so I can that whore."

(I'm in jail, mama...
I keep her in my cell, mama.)
I'm in jail...I'm in
And see her in hell.