Luyện nghe bài hát Paul Revere

Now a little story I've got to tell
About three bad brothers you know so
It way back in history
Adrock, (M.C.A.) and me (Mike D.)
I had a little horse named Paul
Just me and my and a quart of beer
Riding across the land kicking up
Sheriff's posse on my tail 'cause I'm in
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 that sounded well 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 thought I'd be
He put the gun to my and this is what he said,

"Now my name is M.C.A., got a license to kill
I think you what time it is, it's time to get ill
Now what do we have here an and his beer
I run this land, you understand, I make clear."
We into the wind - 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 with me"
I said, ride 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 right now it's time to have some fun
The King Adrock that is my
And I the fly spot where they got the champagne."
We rode for six hours the we hit the
The beat was a and the girlies was hot
This was staring like he knows who we are
We the empty 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 this 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 ran for the door
"I'm D. And I get respect
Your cash and your jewelry is 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 out the music stopped
His boy had beef and he got
Mike D. Grabbed the money (M.C.A. the gold)
I grabbed two and a beer that's cold.