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 acting pretty
No one as they synchronized their watches
And they drove past a station

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

And the gangsters, cowboys, and freewheelers
Sold out their trades to drug dealers
There ain't no in doing things straight
Your community thanks you, 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 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 family with fiddlers and magicians
Juggler and a who invent potion
To pacify all the and rapist

The chemist in the burglary and they sold 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 over the ocean

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

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

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