Luyện nghe bài hát Minus One

In a closet in a box, you hide nothing from a kid
his dad went off to the football game
Guess what kid did?
Last week it was lighting hairspray, week 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 when all is said, done
Life goes on... One
I was walking through Columbus Circle when I saw two street
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
said, "Someday I want to be just like him"
He a sip of that whiskey, then offered me some
He said, "Life goes on... One."
Now Charles Manson's just an the politicians use
Like Hitler convinced his countrymen it was good to kill the Jews
Now down in Georgia there's a who supports the K.K.K.
Who just another innocent black man to the electric chair today
And while that judge sleeps the dirty work is done by a hired
Who saw or heard the witness or defendant on the stand
The switch goes down, the is done
Life on... Minus One
Now if you're in the nursing homes, you see it every day
It's something you've got to get used to, there just ain't no way
Now the gather at the graveyard to hear the final words
Of the Pastor's reinterpretation of something he once
He prays, "Lord take her spirit and take away our hurt"
Then they lower down the coffin. The little boy the dirt
"Thy come, thy will be done"
goes on... Minus One