Luyện nghe bài hát Our Town

In our town, murders, everyday
When the temperature, 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
They ain't pretty and ain't cheap
We've got cops walking the
Stopping all the they 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, on the boulevard
The merchants are fat and happy, the life is hard
In our town, martyrs, hang in the yard

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

Muezzins, form the minarets
Monks bow before their beggar
While smoke their cigarettes
In our town, prophets, warn of a day
Young girls hang out of window sills, a flowery frame for their charms'
In our town, the river, of oil and shit
A hundred cranes in the harbour, loading a hundred ships
In our town a thousand speak from a thousand lips
We've got walking the streets
all the strangers they meet
We've got walking the beat
They ain't pretty and they ain't
In our town, the skyline, is a mountain range
The streets are wind swept canyons, the central park is a grassy
In our town, the saints, down on festival days
In tropical plumage, the black 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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