Luyện nghe bài hát Six Foot Five

Cold March morning California back in 1973
He grew up and told that he was nothing till the day he turned 16
Broke outta though he left a trail of violence a mile wide
No one little Jay Woods would end up Six Foot Five.
Five days a week he's working late shift at the C.B.S.
On the weekend he plays a little Rock And on his 100 dollar bass guitar
How do you on those nickels and dimes his mother once did say
Put down your guitar get a job cause Rock and Roll doesn't pay no it don't
Skinhead Reggae Rock & Roll on parole
He said I wanna be poor no fucking more
Big got no problem unless you wanna start one I suggest that you don't
Stay if you make trouble he's quick to bust your bubble and send you on your way
our jaws his friends are outlaws
From their boots to their mutton
Most hated crew you know that they are to the punx and the bastards