Luyện nghe bài hát Solomon Jones

A bunch of wild boys was hanging
At the neighborhood saloon
And some cat kept dropping down in the jukebox
Playing all the tunes

And by the bar playing cards looking hard
Was big bad Solomon
And watching over his
Was the of his life
Is the lady that was known as

When out of the night which was dark and
Into the dimly-lit room
Stumbled in a
Who was like bud
And his eyes high as the moon

He looked like a man his foot in the grave
And his lifetime to be out
Yet he slapped some hundred-dollar bills on the bar
And he out "drinks on the house"

Now could place where this dude was from
But we knew that he was far home
But we drank to his
And the last to drink was big bad Solomon

Now there are G's
Who just run the
And they live in and out of jail
And such was he, that of OG
looked like he'd been through hell

With his hair in
A mean mug
a dog who's day is done
He lit up the green in his cigar
And hits one by one

Now I got to who this cat could be
And what the hell is- on
I turned around and who was staring at him
The lady was known as Simone

And the white t-shirt all stained dirt
He was not to be rude
But he was trying to another
Good song on the
So he could set the mood

Have you been out in the city streets
With the gang-made so clear
Where the and gangsters control the block
And gunshots is all you hear

When the only are the drums of war
And you out in the cold
A man in a half-dead world
And a road to go

Then all of a sudden the music
And everyone just held their post But it felt a life had been robbed from you
And everything that you held
someone has stolen the women you love
And that her love was a devil's lie That your heart was gone and the best thing that you do is crawl away and die It's the painful cry of a man's despair deep down in his bones I guess misery enjoys company, said big bad Solomon Jones

And the stranger
And his had burned
In a peculiar way
And the white t-shirt that was in dirt
He sat in to me sway

Then his mouth had frowned up in this of grin
And he in a voice so clear
"Boys you don't who I am
And I that you just don't care"

"Now I'ma say words
these words are true
And when I'm done here I'll be
But one of you is a shiesty dog
And his is Solomon Jones"

I ducked my head
And the went out
And two blazed in the dark
Then I swooned
And the lights on
And the two men laced the starch.

With a bullet in his
And full of lead
Was big bad Solomon

a thug from the street
Who was hoeing his
And who knows to that named Simone