Luyện nghe bài hát Our Town

In our town, murders, happen
When the temperature, rises open the hydrants, and let the children play
In our town, friday, is day
The taverns open, the sun down, the neon signs make a grand display
In our town, murders, everyday
are whores walking the streets
They ain't pretty and they ain't
We've got walking the beat
all the strangers they meet
Tn our town, martyrs, from the gallows pole
cry on every 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, in the gallows yard

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

Muezzins, form the minarets
bow before their beggar bowls
While christians smoke 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 a thousand lips
We've got whores the streets
all the strangers they meet
We've got walking the beat
ain't pretty and they ain't cheap
In our town, the skyline, is like a range
The streets are wind swept canyons, the central park is a plain
In our town, the saints, smile down on days
In tropical plumage, the black dance for the king 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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