Luyện nghe bài hát Sacagawea's Son

You know I'm walking the street,
trying to make ends meet.
For so long time I've tried to
To finally realise It's true,
I'm the one a fool.
But I will pick a fight you
In a avenues.
So me at noon,
Beneath the scorching sun.
Yes, I am the buffoon,
But still you bring your gun.

Son
Sacagawea,

Son

Sixshooter in my
With the that I was dealt
Well I could be bluffing, but there's
could stand in my way
'Cause, I could a straight
And in a ship
I can still the trip.
Like a woman's
corruption by her dress,
The master's
Without his slave have nothing to suppress.

Son
Sacagawea, Son

Just do you want,
And you can do it flaunt.
Think you afford the price,
But if only you expand mind,
You'll that no one really minds.
That though the don't say,
There's more than one way,
For you to pay
The price of well-earned autonomy
And be the day!
Say all the mice, whose need astrology.

Son
Sacagawea, Son

So me at noon
the scorching sun
Yes, I am the
But still you better bring guns.

Son
Sacagawea, Son