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

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

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

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

Outside the window fast as he could ride
Was a kid on a horse with a full of lies
And the of excitement couldn't put out the fire in his eyes
For the house he was riding to

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

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

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

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

Now all the hopeless romantics are white collars
assassins cleaning filthy dollars
Car-jacking who kill for religion
In a city full of addicts and color