Luyện nghe bài hát Our Town

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

There are guns, guns - banging on the of flesh
There are 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 door of flesh in our

Muezzins, form the minarets
bow before 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 cranes stand in the harbour, loading a hundred ships
In our town a tongues speak from a thousand lips
We've got whores walking the
all the strangers they meet
We've got walking the beat
They ain't pretty and they cheap
In our town, the skyline, is a mountain range
The streets are wind canyons, the central park is a grassy plain
In our town, the saints, smile down on festival
In tropical plumage, the black dance for the king of the big parade
In our town, the bosses, curse the man
Husbands curse their wives, and they raise their hands

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