Luyện nghe bài hát Our Town

In our town, murders, happen
When the temperature, they open the hydrants, and let the children play
In our town, friday, is day
The taverns open, the sun goes down, the signs make a grand display
In our town, murders, everyday
There are whores walking the
They ain't pretty and they cheap
We've got cops walking the
all the strangers they meet
Tn our town, martyrs, from the gallows 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 gallows

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, guns - banging on the door of flesh in our

Muezzins, form the minarets
bow before their beggar bowls
While christians smoke their
In our town, prophets, of a judgement day
girls 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, a hundred ships
In our a thousand tongues speak from a thousand lips
We've got whores the streets
Stopping all the they meet
got cops walking the beat
They ain't and they ain't cheap
In our town, the skyline, is like a range
The streets are wind canyons, the central park is a grassy plain
In our town, the saints, down on festival days
In plumage, the black girls dance for the king of the big parade
In our town, the bosses, the working man
Husbands curse their wives, and then raise their hands

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