Luyện nghe bài hát Minus One

In a in a box, you can't hide nothing from a kid
When his dad went off to the football
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 his thumb
Now the news says it's the father's fault, and the blames the son
And the N.R.A. is everything to protect the stupid gun
But all is said, nothing's done
goes on... Minus One
I was walking Columbus Circle when I saw two street bums
One of them was lying there lifeless in the sun
Upon closer inspection, I discovered he was
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 took a sip of that whiskey, then me some
He said, "Life on... Minus One."
Now Charles just an argument the politicians use
Like Hitler convinced his countrymen it was good to kill the Jews
Now down in Georgia a judge who supports the K.K.K.
Who just sent another innocent black man to the electric chair
And while judge sleeps the dirty work is done by a hired hand
Who saw or heard the witness or defendant on the stand
The switch down, the deed is done
Life on... Minus One
Now if you're in the nursing homes, you see it every day
It's something got to get used to, there just ain't 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