Luyện nghe bài hát Solomon Jones

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

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

When out of the which was dark and cold
the smoke-filled dimly-lit room
Stumbled in a
Who was smelling bud
And his eyes looked as the moon

He looked like a man with his 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 nobody could place where dude was from
But we knew he was far from home
But we drank to his
And the last to drink was big bad Jones

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

With his in cornrows
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 hell is- on
Well I turned and who was staring at him
The that was known as Simone

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

you ever 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 are the drums of war
And you left out in the
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 But it felt like a life had been robbed from you
And everything that you close
That someone has the women you love
And that her 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 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 mouth had frowned up in this kind of
And he spoke in a voice so
"Boys you know who I am
And I know that you don't care"

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

I ducked my head
And the lights out
And two guns blazed in the
I women swooned
And the lights on
And the two men with the starch.

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

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