Luyện nghe bài hát Rubber Bullets

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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