Luyện nghe bài hát Our Town

In our town, murders, happen
When the temperature, rises open the hydrants, and let the children play
In our town, friday, is day
The taverns open, the sun goes down, the neon signs make a grand
In our town, murders, everyday
There are whores walking the
They ain't pretty and they ain't
We've got cops walking the
all the strangers they meet
Tn our town, martyrs, hang the gallows pole
Newsboys cry on every corner, some and mighty, has been brought low
In our town, friends, on the boulevard
The are fat and happy, the beggar's life is hard
In our town, martyrs, hang in the gallows

There are guns, - banging on the door of flesh
There are guns, guns - the 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, call the minarets
Monks bow their beggar bowls
While christians 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, of oil and shit
A hundred cranes stand in the harbour, a hundred ships
In our town a thousand speak from a thousand lips
We've got whores walking the
Stopping all the strangers meet
We've got cops walking the
ain't pretty and they ain't cheap
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, 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
curse their wives, and then they raise their hands

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