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 guys indiscreet
They were brawling in the
At the local dance at the local county

Well the band playing
And the booze began to
But the came over on the police car radio
Down at 49
to kick-ass all the time
Sergeant got a call from the governor of the county jail

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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