Luyện nghe bài hát Solomon Jones

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

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

When out of the night was dark and cold
Into the smoke-filled room
in a thug
Who was smelling bud
And his looked high as the moon

He looked like a man his foot in the grave
And his about to be out
Yet he down 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 from
But we to his health
And the last to drink was big bad Solomon

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then all of a the music changed
And everyone just held their post But it felt like a life had been robbed you
And that 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 away and die It's the painful cry of a man's despair deep down in his bones I guess enjoys company, said big bad Solomon Jones

And the stranger
And his eyes had
In a most way
And the white t-shirt was stained in dirt
He sat in to me sway

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

"Now I'ma say words
''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 ducked my
And the went out
And two guns blazed in the
Then I swooned
And the lights on
And the two men laced the starch.

With a in his head
And pumped of lead
Was big bad Solomon

What a thug from the
Who was his heat
And who knows to lady named Simone