Luyện nghe bài hát Our Town

In our town, murders, everyday
When the temperature, rises they open the hydrants, and let the play
In our town, friday, is day
The open, the sun goes down, the neon signs make a grand display
In our town, murders, everyday
are whores walking the streets
They ain't and they ain't cheap
got cops walking the beat
Stopping all the they meet
Tn our town, martyrs, hang from the pole
Newsboys cry on every corner, some and mighty, has been brought low
In our town, friends, on the boulevard
The are fat and happy, the beggar's life is hard
In our town, martyrs, hang in the yard

are guns, guns - banging on the door of flesh
There are guns, guns - the fire and smoke my breath
There are guns, guns - and empty eyes up in death
There are guns, guns - banging on the door of flesh in our

Muezzins, call form the
Monks bow before their beggar
While christians smoke cigarettes
In our town, prophets, of a judgement day
girls hang out of window sills, a flowery frame for their charms' display
In our town, the river, smells of oil and
A cranes stand in the harbour, loading a hundred ships
In our town a thousand tongues speak from a lips
got whores walking the streets
Stopping all the they meet
We've got cops walking the
ain't pretty and they ain't cheap
In our town, the skyline, is like a range
The streets are wind swept canyons, the park is a grassy plain
In our town, the saints, smile down on days
In tropical plumage, the black girls dance for the of the big parade
In our town, the bosses, curse the man
Husbands curse wives, and then they raise their hands

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