Luyện nghe bài hát Paul Revere

Now here's a little I've got to tell
three bad brothers you know so well
It started way in history
Adrock, (M.C.A.) and me (Mike D.)
I had a little named Paul Revere
me and my horsy and a quart of beer
Riding across the kicking up sand
Sheriff's posse on my tail I'm in demand
One Beastie I be
All by myself nobody
The sun is beating on my baseball 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 story sounded well rehearsed
days on the run and that he's dying of thirst
The brew was in my and he was on my tip
His voice was hoarse, his 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 out his shotgun
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 it is, it's time to get ill
Now do we have here an outlaw and his beer
I run this land, you understand, I myself clear."
We stepped into the wind - he had a gun, I had a
You this 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 away or you can ride me"
I said, I'll ride you if can get me to the border
The sheriff's after me for I did to his daughter
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 about now it's time to have some fun
The Adrock that is my name
And I know the fly spot they got the champagne."
We for six hours the we hit the spot
The was a bumping and the girlies was hot
dude 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 ain't funny
My name's Mike D. And I'm 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 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 player and I punched him in the face
The piano out the music stopped
His boy had and he got dropped
D. Grabbed the money (M.C.A. Snatched the gold)
I grabbed two and a beer that's cold.