Luyện nghe bài hát Minus One

In a closet in a box, you can't nothing from a kid
When his dad off to the football game
Guess that kid did?
Last week it was lighting hairspray, this week he a gun
He was trying to be like Rambo when he on it with his thumb
Now the news it's the father's fault, and the father blames the son
And the N.R.A. is doing to protect the stupid gun
But when all is said, nothing's
goes on... Minus One
I was walking Columbus Circle when I saw two street bums
One of them was just lying lifeless in the sun
closer inspection, I discovered he was dead
The other bum reached over, grabbed the bottle from his head
I looked at him puzzled, he looked back and grinned
Then said, "Someday I want to be just him"
He took a sip of that whiskey, offered me some
He said, "Life goes on... One."
Now Charles just an argument the politicians use
Like Hitler convinced his that it was good to kill the Jews
Now down in Georgia a judge who supports the K.K.K.
Who just sent another innocent man to the electric chair today
And while that judge sleeps the work is done by a hired hand
Who never saw or heard the witness or on the stand
The switch down, the deed is done
goes on... Minus One
Now if you're working in the nursing homes, you see it day
It's something you've got to get used to, there just no other way
Now the people gather at the graveyard to hear the words
Of the Pastor's reinterpretation of something he heard
He prays, "Lord take her and please take away our hurt"
Then lower down the coffin. The little boy throws the dirt
"Thy kingdom come, thy be done"
Life on... Minus One