Luyện nghe bài hát Minus One

In a closet in a box, you can't hide from a kid
When his dad went off to the football
Guess what kid did?
Last week it was lighting hairspray, this he found a gun
He was trying to be like Rambo when he pushed on it his thumb
Now the says it's the father's fault, and the father blames the son
And the N.R.A. is doing to protect the stupid gun
But all is said, nothing's done
Life goes on... One
I was through Columbus Circle when I saw two street bums
One of them was just there lifeless in the sun
Upon inspection, I discovered he was dead
The other bum reached over, the bottle from under his head
I looked at him puzzled, he looked back and grinned
Then said, "Someday I to be just like him"
He took a sip of that whiskey, offered me some
He said, "Life goes on... One."
Now Manson's just an argument the politicians use
Like Hitler convinced his countrymen that it was good to the Jews
Now down in Georgia a judge who supports the K.K.K.
Who just another innocent black man to the electric chair today
And while that judge the dirty work is done by a hired hand
Who never saw or heard the or defendant on the stand
The switch goes down, the is done
Life goes on... One
Now if you're 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 gather at the graveyard to hear the final words
Of the Pastor's reinterpretation of something he heard
He prays, "Lord take her and please take away our hurt"
Then they lower the coffin. The little boy throws the dirt
"Thy come, thy will be done"
goes on... Minus One