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 as they synchronized their watches
And they drove a train station

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

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

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

All through the house they were dancing and
An extended family with and magicians
Juggler and a chemist who potion
To pacify all the and rapist

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

And he sold the last drop, it was big with the rich
And soon the city would be crawling 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 what's on
But you've gotta up for yourself at the end of the day
And nice don't get paid
Nice guys get paid

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