Luyện nghe bài hát Solomon Jones

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

And back by the bar playing cards hard
Was big bad Jones
And over his luck
Was the love of his
Is the lady was known as Simone

out of the night which was dark and cold
Into the dimly-lit room
in a thug
Who was like bud
And his eyes looked high as the

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

Now nobody could place where dude was from
But we knew that he was far home
But we to his health
And the last to was big bad Solomon Jones

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

With his in cornrows
A mean mug
Like a dog who's day is
He lit up the green in his cigar
And took one by one

Now I got to thinking who this cat be
And what the is- going on
Well I turned around and who was at him
The lady that was as Simone

And the white all stained with dirt
He was not to be rude
But he was trying to another
song on the jukebox
So he just set the mood

Have you ever out in the city streets
the gang-made players so clear
Where the police and gangsters the block
And gunshots is all you hear

When the sounds are the drums of war
And you left out in the
A half-dead man in a half-dead
And a yellow-brick to go

Then all of a sudden the music
And just held their post But it felt like a life had been robbed from you
And everything you held close
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 could do is crawl away and die It's the painful cry of a man's despair deep down in his I guess misery enjoys company, said big bad Solomon Jones

And the stranger
And his had burned
In a peculiar way
And the white that was stained 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 these
''cause 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"

Then I my head
And the lights out
And two guns blazed in the
I women swooned
And the came on
And the two men laced the starch.

With a in his head
And full of lead
Was big bad Jones

What a thug the street
Who was hoeing his
And who knows to lady named Simone