Luyện nghe bài hát Minus One

In a closet in a box, you can't hide nothing a kid
his dad went off to the football game
Guess that kid did?
Last it was lighting hairspray, this week he found a gun
He was to be like Rambo when he pushed 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 everything to protect the stupid gun
But when all is said, done
Life on... Minus One
I was walking through Columbus Circle when I saw two bums
One of them was just lying there in the sun
Upon inspection, I discovered he was dead
The other bum reached over, grabbed the bottle from his head
I at him puzzled, he just looked back and grinned
Then said, "Someday I want to be like him"
He a sip of that whiskey, then offered me some
He said, "Life goes on... One."
Now Charles Manson's just an argument the 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 sent another innocent black man to the electric chair today
And while that judge the dirty work is done by a hired hand
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 no other way
Now the gather at the graveyard to hear the final words
Of the Pastor's of something he once heard
He prays, "Lord take her spirit and please take our hurt"
Then they lower down the coffin. The little boy throws the
"Thy come, thy will be done"
Life goes on... One