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

Well they packed up their violin cases
Hopped in a big black Studebaker, they were pretty scary
No one talked as they synchronized watches
And they drove past a station

Oh, the rolled out with a passenger car
Filled retired millionaires and movie stars
coats
[Incomprehensible] and that would be all, she

And the gangsters, cowboys, gypsies and
Sold out their trades to drug dealers
There ain't no money in doing things
Your community thanks you, is good
And nice guys don't get

Outside the train window as he could ride
Was a kid on a horse a head full of lies
And the tears of excitement couldn't put out the in his eyes
For the house he was to burglarize

All the house they were dancing and singing
An extended family fiddlers and magicians
and a chemist who invent potion
To all the killers and rapist

The chemist died in the and they sold the prescription
For a case of cheap red wine to a salesman
In a three-wheeled jalopy, he and sold potions
To the city that looked over the

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

And no one knows going on
But you've gotta show up for at the end of the day
And nice don't get paid
Nice guys don't get

Now all the hopeless romantics are wearing collars
Upstanding assassins cleaning dollars
fanatics who kill for religion
In a city full of and color television