Luyện nghe bài hát Our Town

In our town, murders, happen
When the temperature, rises they open the hydrants, and let the children
In our town, friday, is day
The taverns open, the sun goes down, the neon make a grand display
In our town, murders, everyday
There are whores walking the
They ain't pretty and they ain't
We've got walking the beat
all the strangers they meet
Tn our town, martyrs, hang from the pole
Newsboys cry on every corner, some high and mighty, has 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

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

Muezzins, call the minarets
Monks bow their beggar bowls
While smoke their cigarettes
In our town, prophets, of a judgement day
Young hang out of window sills, a flowery frame for their charms' display
In our town, the river, of oil and shit
A hundred cranes stand in the harbour, loading a ships
In our a thousand tongues speak from a thousand lips
got whores walking the streets
Stopping all the they meet
got cops walking the beat
They ain't pretty and they ain't
In our town, the skyline, is like a mountain
The streets are wind canyons, the central park is a grassy plain
In our town, the saints, down on festival days
In tropical plumage, the girls dance for the king of the big parade
In our town, the bosses, the working man
Husbands curse their wives, and then they raise their

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