Luyện nghe bài hát Paul Revere

Now here's a little story got to tell
About three bad brothers you know so
It started way back in
Adrock, (M.C.A.) and me (Mike D.)
I had a little named Paul Revere
Just me and my horsy and a of beer
Riding across the kicking up sand
Sheriff's posse on my 'cause I'm in demand
One Beastie I be
All by without nobody
The sun is beating down on my 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 story that 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 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 thought I'd be
He put the gun to my and this 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 what do we have here an outlaw and his
I run land, you understand, I make myself clear."
We into the wind - he had a gun, I had a grin
You think this story's but it's ready to begin

"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 away or you can ride me"
I said, I'll ride with you if can get me to the
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 it's time to have fun
The Adrock that is my name
And I know the fly spot where got the champagne."
We rode for six hours the we hit the
The beat was a bumping and the was hot
This dude was staring he knows who we are
We took the empty spot 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 cause 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 that ran for the door
"I'm Mike D. And I get
Your cash and your 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 and he got dropped
Mike D. Grabbed the money (M.C.A. the gold)
I grabbed two girlies and a beer cold.