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

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

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

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

Outside the train window as he could ride
Was a kid on a horse with a 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 and singing
An extended family with fiddlers and
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 to a traveling salesman
In a three-wheeled jalopy, he bought and potions
To the city looked over the ocean

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

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

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