Luyện nghe bài hát Sacagawea's Son

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

Son
Sacagawea,

Son

Sixshooter in my
With the cards that I was
Well I be bluffing, but there's nothing
That could in my way
'Cause, I draw a straight
And in a derelict
I can still the trip.
Like a woman's
corruption by her dress,
The master's
his slave would have nothing to suppress.

Son
Sacagawea, Son

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

Son
Sacagawea, Son

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

Son
Sacagawea, Son