Luyện nghe bài hát Our Town

In our town, murders, happen
the temperature, rises they open the hydrants, and let the children 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
There are whores the streets
ain't pretty and they ain't cheap
We've got cops the beat
Stopping all the strangers meet
Tn our town, martyrs, hang from the pole
Newsboys cry on corner, some high and mighty, has been brought low
In our town, friends, gather on the
The merchants are fat and happy, the 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 staring up in
There are guns, guns - banging on the door of in our town

Muezzins, call the minarets
Monks bow before beggar bowls
While smoke their cigarettes
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, of oil and shit
A cranes stand in the harbour, loading a hundred ships
In our town a thousand tongues speak from a thousand
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 a mountain range
The are wind swept canyons, the central park is a grassy plain
In our town, the saints, smile down on festival
In tropical plumage, the black girls dance for the of the big parade
In our town, the bosses, the working man
Husbands curse wives, and then they raise their hands

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