Luyện nghe bài hát Paul Revere

Now here's a little story got to tell
About 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 land kicking up
Sheriff's posse on my 'cause I'm in demand
One Beastie I be
All by myself without
The sun is beating down on my 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 that sounded well rehearsed
Four on the run and that 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 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 know time it is, it's time to get ill
Now what do we have here an outlaw and his
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 you away 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 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 about now time to have some fun
The King Adrock that is my
And I know the fly where they got the champagne."
We rode for six the we hit the spot
The beat was a and the girlies was hot
This dude was like he knows who we are
We took the empty 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 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 went up and hit the floor
He wasted two kids that ran for the
"I'm Mike D. And I get
Your and your 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 player's out the 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.