Luyện nghe bài hát Street Fightin' Man

Music: lynch,
Lyrics: logan,

He was a back alley fightin man
He just do what he
A bad mother, a sucker for
His gun and his

Yeah, mad at the
Thrown down and to the whippin'
Post, oh he's a lost
Who it all

You know a boy with muddy hands
Ain't got no memories
no way out for this punk called

Street man
Yeah, fightin man

Well there's a black cloud that
The city a he stands
through the darkest alleyways and
Taught fist, blood, and
And nothing

Sad at the
Like a heart that bleeds a cut
Od a knife oh he's a soul
Who it all
Mad at the
Poor souls how no
For no one at all

Oh I won't be home
No I
Street man

He was a back alley fightin' man
He just do he please
For ever to be
Just a beggar, begging on his
You it;s down, down, down
To the of his soul
There no loving home man
For tha street man
Street man
And mad at the
No I won't be
I won't be