Luyện nghe bài hát Minus One

In a closet in a box, you can't nothing from a kid
When his dad went off to the game
Guess what that kid
Last week it was lighting hairspray, this he found a gun
He was trying to be like Rambo he pushed on it with his thumb
Now the news says it's the father's fault, and the father the son
And the N.R.A. is doing everything to the stupid gun
But all is said, nothing's done
goes on... Minus One
I was walking through Columbus Circle when I saw two street
One of was just lying there lifeless in the sun
closer inspection, I discovered he was dead
The other bum reached over, the bottle from under his head
I looked at him puzzled, he looked back and grinned
Then said, "Someday I want to be like him"
He took a sip of that whiskey, then offered me
He said, "Life on... Minus One."
Now Manson's just an argument the politicians use
Like Hitler convinced his countrymen it was good to kill the Jews
Now down in there's a judge who supports the K.K.K.
Who just sent another innocent black man to the electric today
And while that judge sleeps the work is done by a hired hand
Who saw or heard the witness or defendant on the stand
The goes down, the deed is done
Life goes on... One
Now if working in the nursing homes, you see it every day
It's something got to get used to, there just ain't no other way
Now the people gather at the graveyard to the final words
Of the Pastor's reinterpretation of something he heard
He prays, "Lord her spirit and please take away our hurt"
Then they down the coffin. The little boy throws the dirt
"Thy kingdom come, thy be done"
Life on... Minus One