Luyện nghe bài hát Nice Guys (don't Get Paid)

Well they packed up their violin [Incomprehensible]
in a big black Studebaker, they were acting pretty scary
No one as they synchronized their watches
And they drove past a train

Oh, the train rolled out with a car
Filled with millionaires and movie stars
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible] and that be all, she wrote

And the gangsters, cowboys, and freewheelers
Sold out their trades to become drug
There ain't no money in things straight
Your community thanks you, business is
And nice guys get paid

Outside the window fast as he could ride
Was a kid on a horse a head full of lies
And the tears of excitement put out the fire in his eyes
For the he was riding to burglarize

All through the house they were and singing
An extended family with and magicians
Juggler and a chemist who invent
To pacify all the killers and

The died in the burglary and they sold the prescription
For a case of red wine to a traveling salesman
In a jalopy, he bought and sold potions
To the city that looked the ocean

And he sold the drop, it was big with the rich kids
And soon the city be crawling with addicts
And back rooms, allies, basements and attics
When a fly is trapped in a web but a bat's got the spider

And no one knows what's on
But you've gotta up for yourself at the end of the day
And nice don't get paid
Nice don't get paid

Now all the romantics are wearing white collars
Upstanding cleaning filthy dollars
Car-jacking fanatics who kill for
In a city full of addicts and television