Luyện nghe bài hát Rubber Bullets

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

Well the band playing
And the began to flow
But the sound over on the police car radio
Down at 49
Having to kick-ass all the
Sergeant Baker got a call the governor of the county jail

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

I to hear those convicts squeal
a shame these slugs ain't real
But we can't have at the local county jail

Baker and his men made a bee-line for the jail
And for around
You could hear the sirens
There's a rumor goin' round row
That a fuse is gonna
At the local hop at the county jail

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

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

we don't understand
Why you called in the Guard
Uncle Sam is the one
Who belongs in the yard
We all got and brains
But some's got balls and
At the local dance at the local county

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

Is it such a crime
For a guy to his time
At the local dance at the local jail
At the local dance at the county jail

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