Luyện nghe bài hát Paul Revere

Now a little story I've got to tell
About three bad brothers you so well
It started way back in
Adrock, (M.C.A.) and me (Mike D.)
I had a horse named Paul Revere
Just me and my horsy and a quart of
Riding the land kicking up sand
Sheriff's posse on my tail I'm in demand
One lonely I be
All by myself nobody
The sun is down on my baseball hat
The air is gettin' hot the beer is getting
Lookin' for a girl I ran a guy
His is M.C.A., I said, "Howdy" he said, "Hi"

He told a little story that sounded rehearsed
days on the run and that he's dying of thirst
The was in my hand and he was on my tip
His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry and he me for a sip
He said, "Can I get some?"
I said, you get none!
Had a to run
He out his shotgun
He was quick on the draw, I I'd be dead
He put the gun to my head and this is he said,

"Now my is M.C.A., I've got a license to kill
I think you know what time it is, time to get ill
Now what do we here an outlaw and his beer
I run land, you understand, I make myself clear."
We stepped into the - he had a gun, I had a grin
You think story's over but it's ready to begin

"Now I got the gun, you got the
You got two of what you can do
It's not a tough as you can see
I can blow you away or you can ride me"
I said, I'll with you if can get me to the border
The after me for what I did to his daughter
I did it like this, I did it that
I did it a whiffleball bat
So I'm on the run, the got my gun
And about now it's time to have some fun
The Adrock that is my name
And I know the fly where they got the champagne."
We for six hours the we hit the spot
The was a bumping and the girlies was hot
This dude was staring like he who we are
We took the empty spot to him at the bar
M.C.A. Said, (Yo, you know kid?)
I said, I didn't, but I he did
(The kid said) Get ready this ain't funny
My Mike D. And I'm about to get money.
Pulled out the jammy, it at the sky
He yelled, (Stick 'em up!) and let two fly
went up and people hit the floor
He two kids that ran for the door
"I'm D. And I get respect
cash and your jewelry is what I expect"
M.C.A. Was it and he's my ace
So I grabbed the player and I punched him in the face
The piano out the music stopped
His boy had and he got dropped
Mike D. Grabbed the money (M.C.A. the gold)
I grabbed two and a beer that's cold.