Luyện nghe bài hát Solomon Jones

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

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 known as

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

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 place where this was from
But we knew that he was far from
But we drank to his
And the to drink was big bad Solomon Jones

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

With his in cornrows
A mug grill
Like a dog day is done
He lit up the green in his cigar
And hits one by one

Now I got to who this cat could be
And the hell is- going on
Well I around 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 trying to another
Good song on the
So he just set the mood

Have you ever been out in the city
With the gang-made players so
Where the police and control 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 road to go

Then all of a sudden the changed
And just held their post But it felt like a life had been robbed from you
And everything that you close
That someone has stolen the 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 had burned
In a peculiar way
And the t-shirt that was stained in dirt
He sat in to watch me

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

"Now I'ma say these
''cause these are true
And when I'm done here be gone
But one of you is a shiesty dog
And his name is 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 with the starch.

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

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