Luyện nghe bài hát Paul Revere

Now here's a little story got to tell
About three bad brothers you so well
It way back in history
Adrock, (M.C.A.) and me (Mike D.)
I had a little named Paul Revere
Just me and my horsy and a quart of
across the land kicking up sand
Sheriff's posse on my tail I'm in demand
One lonely I be
All by myself without
The sun is down on my baseball hat
The air is hot the beer is getting flat
for a girl I ran into a guy
His is M.C.A., I said, "Howdy" he said, "Hi"

He told a little story that 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 pulled out his
He was quick on the draw, I I'd be dead
He put the gun to my head and is what he said,

"Now my name is M.C.A., I've got a license to
I think you know what time it is, time to get ill
Now what do we have an outlaw and his beer
I run this land, you understand, I 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 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 with you if can get me to the
The sheriff's after me for what I did to his
I did it like this, I did it that
I did it with a bat
So I'm on the run, the got my gun
And right about now it's 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 beat was a bumping and the was hot
This was staring like he knows who we are
We took the 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 cause 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
Hands up and people hit the floor
He wasted two kids ran for the door
"I'm D. And I get respect
Your cash and your 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. the money (M.C.A. Snatched the gold)
I two girlies and a beer that's cold.