Luyện nghe bài hát Paul Revere

Now here's a little I've got to tell
About three bad brothers you know so
It started way in history
Adrock, (M.C.A.) and me (Mike D.)
I had a little horse Paul Revere
Just me and my and a quart of beer
Riding across the kicking up sand
Sheriff's posse on my tail I'm in demand
One Beastie I be
All by myself without
The sun is beating on my baseball hat
The air is gettin' hot the is getting flat
Lookin' for a girl I ran a guy
His is M.C.A., I said, "Howdy" he said, "Hi"

He a little story that sounded 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 voice was hoarse, his 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 head and 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 this land, you understand, I 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
It's not a decision as you can see
I can you away or you can ride with 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 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 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 and the girlies 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 ready cause this ain't
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
went up and people hit the floor
He wasted two kids that ran for the
"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 the piano 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 girlies and a beer cold.