Luyện nghe bài hát Rubber Bullets

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

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

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

I love to hear those convicts
It's a shame slugs ain't real
But we can't have dancin' at the local jail

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

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

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

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

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

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

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