Luyện nghe bài hát Our Town

In our town, murders, happen
the temperature, rises 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, happen
There are whores the streets
They pretty and they ain't cheap
We've got walking the beat
all the strangers they meet
Tn our town, martyrs, hang from the gallows
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

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

Muezzins, form the minarets
bow before their beggar bowls
While smoke their cigarettes
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, smells of oil and
A hundred cranes stand in the harbour, loading a ships
In our town a tongues speak from a thousand lips
We've got whores walking the
Stopping all the they meet
We've got walking the beat
ain't pretty and they ain't cheap
In our town, the skyline, is a mountain range
The streets are wind swept canyons, the central park is a plain
In our town, the saints, smile on festival days
In tropical plumage, the black girls for the king of the big parade
In our town, the bosses, curse the man
Husbands curse wives, and then they raise their hands

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