Luyện nghe bài hát Rash of Robberies

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

it's 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 with our sticks

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

Catch as Cassius never the killin' machine
Run him over ruff 'til he bleeds army green out, so devout
To the that lost his seat he never seen
rosary out devout

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

See Paris is burnin'
You'd never know it in town
The governor's around
Like got tricks for you

So take a minute to it over
make sure it's all true
Just like she
Behind the barn last eve

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

It's just a on a rash of robberies
An old sand lot anomaly that's savin' day
In a too sad for sodomy
We're sitting in the kitchen with our stray

But is burnin' down
The governors are around
make sure
That do right by you

So you think you might go to
Even though the letter was found
it will come tomorrow noon

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

Where are you my sweet Desmond
you softly gone to winter?
Here I've brought you your 2 2 bills back

But I'm not waitin' for Eliza
She can have her back
I found them on December eve

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

And you, you bring beloved stranger
At the foot of this on Gideon's bed
She gave me a motorbike

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

you hold me just one more older?
Then go as your fallen fighter
Waitin' at the door, can't see you

Here my dear a sweet
In a letter to December
I will wait for you to humble me home