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 taverns open, the sun goes down, the neon make a grand display
In our town, murders, everyday
There are whores walking the
They pretty and they ain't cheap
We've got cops the beat
Stopping all the they meet
Tn our town, martyrs, hang the gallows pole
Newsboys cry on every corner, some high and mighty, has been low
In our town, friends, gather on the
The merchants are fat and happy, the beggar's is hard
In our town, martyrs, in the gallows yard

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

Muezzins, call form the
Monks bow before their beggar
christians smoke their cigarettes
In our town, prophets, of a judgement day
Young girls hang out of window sills, a flowery frame for charms' display
In our town, the river, smells of oil and
A hundred cranes in the harbour, loading a hundred ships
In our town a tongues speak from a thousand lips
We've got whores the streets
Stopping all the strangers meet
We've got cops walking the
They ain't pretty and they 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, 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 their wives, and then they raise their

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