Luyện nghe bài hát Paul Revere

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

He told a little story sounded well rehearsed
Four days on the run and that he's dying of
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 on the draw, I thought I'd be dead
He put the gun to my head and is what he said,

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

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