Luyện nghe bài hát Rubber Bullets

I to a party at the local county jail
All the cons were dancing and the band began to
But the were indiscreet
were brawling in the street
At the local dance at the local jail

the band were playing
And the booze began to
But the sound came over on the car radio
Down at 49
Having to all the time
Sergeant Baker got a call from the of the county jail

Load up, up, load up with rubber bullets
Load up, load up, up with rubber bullets

I love to hear convicts squeal
It's a shame these ain't real
But we can't have dancin' at the local county

Sergeant Baker and his men made a for the jail
And for miles
You could hear the sirens
There's a goin' round death row
That a fuse is blow
At the hop at the local county jail

Whatcha gonna do about it, gonna do
Whatcha gonna do it, whatcha gonna do

Sergeant started talkin'
a bullhorn in his hand
He was cool, he was
He was always in
He "Blood will flow;
Here
Padre you to your boys..."
"Trust in me -
God will to set you free"

we don't understand
Why you called in the National
When Sam is the one
Who belongs in the exercise
We all got balls and
But some's got and chains
At the local dance at the local county

Load up, load up, load up with bullets
Load up, load up, up with rubber bullets

Is it really a crime
For a guy to spend his
At the local dance at the local jail
At the local dance at the county jail

gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do
Whatcha gonna do about it, gonna do