Luyện nghe bài hát Solomon Jones

A bunch of wild was hanging around
At the local neighborhood
And cat kept dropping quarters down in the jukebox
Playing all the tunes

And by the bar playing cards looking hard
Was big bad Jones
And watching his luck
Was the of his life
Is the that was known as Simone

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

He looked a man with his foot 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 where this dude was from
But we knew that he was far home
But we to his health
And the last to drink was big bad Solomon

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

his hair in cornrows
A mug grill
Like a dog who's day is
He lit up the stuff in his cigar
And hits one by one

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

And the white t-shirt all stained with
He was not to be rude
But he was trying to find
Good song on the
So he could just set the

Have you ever out in the city streets
With the gang-made players so
Where the police and gangsters control the
And gunshots is all that you

When the sounds are the drums of war
And you out in the cold
A man in a half-dead world
And a yellow-brick 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 you held close
That someone has 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 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 turned
And his had burned
In a most way
And the white t-shirt that was in dirt
He sat in to watch me

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 know that you don't care"

"Now I'ma say words
''cause these are true
And when I'm done here I'll be
But one of you boys is a 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 came on
And the two men with the starch.

a bullet in his head
And pumped full of
Was big bad Jones

a thug from the street
Who was his heat
And who knows to that lady named