Luyện nghe bài hát Paul Revere

Now a little story I've got to tell
About three bad you know so well
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 quart of
Riding across the land up sand
Sheriff's posse on my tail 'cause I'm in
One lonely I be
All by without nobody
The sun is beating on my baseball hat
The air is gettin' hot the beer is flat
for a girl I ran into a guy
His is M.C.A., I said, "Howdy" he said, "Hi"

He told a story 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 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 pulled out his
He was quick on the draw, I I'd be dead
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 what time it is, it's time to get ill
Now what do we here an outlaw and his beer
I run this land, you understand, I make clear."
We stepped the wind - 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 choices of you can do
It's not a tough 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 after me for what I did to his daughter
I did it like this, I did it that
I did it with a bat
So I'm on the run, the got my gun
And right about now it's time to some fun
The King that is my name
And I know the fly spot where got the champagne."
We rode for six the we hit the spot
The was a bumping and the girlies was hot
This dude was staring 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 Mike D. And I'm about to get money.
out the jammy, aimed it at the sky
He yelled, (Stick 'em up!) and let two fly
Hands went up and people hit the
He wasted two that ran for the door
"I'm D. And I get respect
Your and your jewelry is what 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
D. Grabbed the money (M.C.A. Snatched the gold)
I grabbed two girlies and a beer cold.