Luyện nghe bài hát River Town

They say used to be a wise man
But his temper was quicker his wit
He couldnt keep his shut
Hed always let the punch line
The prosecutors worked
Trying to make the charges
for him,
The of justice round these parts
Aint swift
No escape in a town
on one side or the other
When the bridges come
There no meeting in the middle
Unless you to drown
Something always funny
In a town.
another tired man
At the end of the bar
Broken a horse at the rodeo
Hes the kind who ask for directions
Theres no hes gotta go
The wondering all try to pry
But the has long been closed
Are those tattoos the jailhouse?
Or down the road?
Sweet Pocket Palace
Thats where the money hands
Eight balls, dime bags, bourbon
Then its back to hear the
Turf wars, scores,
Gunshots, cops-
Whos the murdered
Everyone knew Billy at the
Guilt by
He was always in line
You tell the same old story after time
Pretty you believe your own lies
The are splashin
And the tree frogs are
Like a bunch of old
Billys still stewing about having to
That he never left
I sit and
If the wind the water
be any more cold
Everything in this comes back around But it never gets old