Luyện nghe bài hát Minus One

In a closet in a box, you can't hide nothing 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 pushed on it with his
Now the news says the father's fault, and the father blames the son
And the N.R.A. is doing everything to the stupid gun
But all is said, nothing's done
Life goes on... One
I was walking through Columbus when I saw two street bums
One of them was just lying lifeless in the sun
Upon closer inspection, I he was dead
The other bum reached over, grabbed the bottle under his head
I looked at him puzzled, he just looked and grinned
Then said, "Someday I want to be like him"
He a sip of that whiskey, then offered me some
He said, "Life on... Minus One."
Now Charles Manson's just an argument the use
Like Hitler convinced his countrymen that it was good to kill the
Now down in there's a judge who supports the K.K.K.
Who just sent another innocent black man to the electric chair
And while that judge sleeps the dirty work is done by a hired
Who never saw or heard the witness or defendant on the
The switch goes down, the is done
Life on... Minus One
Now if working in the nursing homes, you see it every day
It's something you've got to get to, there just ain't no other way
Now the people at the graveyard to hear 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 lower the coffin. The little boy throws the dirt
"Thy kingdom come, thy be done"
Life goes on... One