Luyện nghe bài hát Rash of Robberies

Solarium lookin' for the stereo
Wanted to save excommunicated from the area, it's okay
In the city said, he cut a cord of
No bigger than a but still plenty good, it's okay

'Cause just a bump on a rash of robberies
On account of the economy that's makin' us sick
Go get the man who he's on to me
He thinks we're in the kitchen our sticks

But he don't that Paris is burnin' down
You'd never it in this town
The governor's walkin'
he's got tricks for you

Catch as Cassius never become the killin'
Run him over ruff shod 'til he army green out, so devout
To the saint that lost his seat he never
Semi-automatic out devout

'Cause it's just a bump on a rash of
In a world too sad for we just sit
I'll your economy
I'll you when the police have it fixed

See is burnin' down
You'd never it in this town
The governor's around
Like he's got for you

So take a minute to it over
We'll make sure all true
like she said
Behind the last December eve

Baby 40 feet caught by a street cleaner
Coming from the union hall, he saw the fall, it's okay
JP Sousa a radio, a radio
found a place to go, a radio in his head that said

It's just a bump on a rash of
An old sand lot anomaly that's this day
In a world too sad for
We're just sitting in the kitchen our stray

But Paris is burnin'
The governors are around
We'll sure
That do right by you

So you you might go to Beatrice
though the letter was never found
Maybe it come tomorrow noon

She is askin' her fallen to
return her straitlaced fighter
Who know who she is
He don't who she is

Where are you my Desmond Doss?
Have you softly to winter?
Here I've brought you 2 2 dollar bills back

But I'm not waitin' for sweet
She can her watercolors back
I them on last December eve

You look strangely quite so
The way you talk of time
But I know who she is
know who she is

And you, you bring this stranger
At the foot of this pile on bed
She gave me a needlepoint

So go and take this to sweet
It was written and gently to
The courier arrival soon

Could you hold me one more older?
I'll go as your fallen fighter
Waitin' at the door, see you anymore

Here my a sweet Nostrovia
In a letter to December
I will wait for you to just humble me