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, this week he a gun
He was trying to be like Rambo when he pushed on it his thumb
Now the news says it's the fault, and the father blames the son
And the N.R.A. is doing everything to protect the gun
But all is said, nothing's done
Life on... Minus 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 discovered he was
The other bum reached over, grabbed the bottle from under his
I looked at him puzzled, he looked back and grinned
Then said, "Someday I to be just 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 his countrymen that it was good to kill the Jews
Now down in Georgia there's a judge who the K.K.K.
Who just sent another black man to the electric chair today
And while that sleeps the dirty work is done by a hired hand
Who never saw or heard the witness or on the stand
The goes down, the deed is done
Life goes on... One
Now if you're working in the nursing homes, you see it day
It's something got to get used to, there just ain't no other way
Now the people 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"
goes on... Minus One