Luyện nghe bài hát Paul Revere

Now here's a little I've got to tell
About three bad brothers you know so
It started way in history
Adrock, (M.C.A.) and me (Mike D.)
I had a little horse named Paul
Just me and my horsy and a quart of
Riding the land kicking up sand
Sheriff's posse on my tail 'cause I'm in
One Beastie I be
All by without nobody
The sun is beating down on my hat
The air is gettin' hot the is getting flat
Lookin' for a girl I ran a guy
His is M.C.A., I said, "Howdy" he said, "Hi"

He told a little that sounded well rehearsed
Four days on the run and he's dying of thirst
The brew was in my and he was on my tip
His was hoarse, his throat was dry and he asked 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 to kill
I you know what time 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 myself clear."
We stepped into the - he had a gun, I had a grin
You think this story's over but it's ready to

"Now I got the gun, you got the
You got two of what 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 with you if can get me to the border
The sheriff's me for what I did to his daughter
I did it like this, I did it like
I did it a whiffleball bat
So I'm on the run, the got my gun
And right now it's time to have some fun
The King Adrock 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 know kid?)
I said, I didn't, but I he did
(The kid said) Get ready cause this funny
My name's 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 wasted two kids that ran for the
"I'm D. And I get respect
Your cash and jewelry is what I expect"
M.C.A. Was it and he's my ace
So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the
The player's out the music stopped
His boy had beef and he got
D. Grabbed the money (M.C.A. Snatched the gold)
I two girlies and a beer that's cold.