Luyện nghe bài hát Solomon Jones

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

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

When out of the night which was and cold
the smoke-filled 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 lifetime to be out
Yet he slapped down some bills on the bar
And he out "drinks on the house"

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

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

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

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

And the t-shirt all stained with dirt
He was not to be rude
But he was trying to another
Good on the jukebox
So he just set the mood

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

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

Then all of a sudden the music
And everyone just held their post But it felt like a life had 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 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 turned
And his had burned
In a peculiar way
And the white t-shirt was stained in dirt
He sat in to watch me

Then his had frowned up in this kind of grin
And he spoke in a voice so
"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"

Then I ducked my
And the lights out
And two guns in the dark
Then I swooned
And the came on
And the two men laced the starch.

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

What a from the street
Who was his heat
And who knows to that lady Simone