Luyện nghe bài hát Our Town

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

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

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

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