Luyện nghe bài hát Paul Revere

Now here's a story I've got to tell
About three bad brothers you so well
It way back in history
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 the land kicking up sand
posse on my tail 'cause I'm in demand
One lonely I be
All by without nobody
The sun is beating down on my hat
The air is gettin' hot the beer is flat
Lookin' for a I ran into a guy
His is M.C.A., I said, "Howdy" he said, "Hi"

He a little story that sounded well rehearsed
Four days on the run and that 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 I'd be dead
He put the gun to my and this is what he said,

"Now my is M.C.A., I've got a license to kill
I think you know what time it is, time to get ill
Now what do we have 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 this 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 decision as you can see
I can blow you away or you can ride me"
I said, I'll with you if can get me to the border
The sheriff's after me for what I did to his
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 King Adrock is my name
And I know the fly where they got the champagne."
We rode for six the we hit the spot
The was a bumping and the girlies was hot
This was staring like he knows who we are
We took the empty 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 hit the floor
He two kids that ran for the door
"I'm Mike D. And I get
cash 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 that's cold.