Luyện nghe bài hát Rash of Robberies

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

'Cause it's just a bump on a of robberies
On account of the worlds economy makin' us sick
Go get the man who said on to me
He thinks in the kitchen with our sticks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Paris is burnin'
The are walkin' around
We'll make
That do right by you

So you think you go to Beatrice
Even though the letter was never
Maybe it will come noon

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

are you my sweet Desmond Doss?
Have you gone to winter?
Here I've you your 2 2 dollar bills back

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

You look quite so familiar
The way you talk of supper
But I don't who she is
Don't who she is

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

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

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

my dear a sweet Nostrovia
In a letter to December
I wait for you to just humble me home