Luyện nghe bài hát Roll With The Punches

They say people are livin' in the street
No food in their belly, no shoes on feet
Six black children livin' in a room
One light bulb swinging
Little black kid home from school
Put his key in the
Mr. on the stairway,
Mr. lyin' in his own vomit on the floor
You roll with the punches, little black boy
what you got to do
You got to roll the punches
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There's all these people, you see 'em on the TV
And they're up all these boring stories
About how bad things come to be
say "You got to, got to, got to feed the hungry"
"You got to, got to, got to the sick"
I say we ain't gotta do nothin' for
'Cause they won't work a lick, you
They just gonna to roll with the punches, yes they will
Gonna have to roll them
They gonna have to roll with the punches, yes they
It don't matter whether white, black or brown
You won't get nowhere down
The old Red, and Blue
Tap it baby. Alright. All right!
Look at those little shorts got on, ladies and gentlemen
You can see all the way to
Get it
So

Let 'em go to Belgium, let 'em go to
Let 'em go to
Well at least they ought to have the chance to go
We have talked about the red, we have talked the blue
Now we gonna about the white
That's we're gonna do
Now we had to roll the punches, yes we did
We had to roll 'em
We had to roll with the
Yes we did
We had to roll 'em
I care what you say
livin' in the greatest country in the world
When you're in the USA
Tap it baby,
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