Luyện nghe bài hát Street Fightin' Man

Music: lynch,
logan, esposito

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

Yeah, mad at the
Thrown and tied to the whippin'
Post, oh a lost soul
Who it all

You know a poor boy with hands
Ain't got no childhood
There's no way out for punk called

Street man
Yeah, street man

Well a black cloud that covers
The city a he stands
Taken through the alleyways and
Taught fist, blood, and
And more

Sad at the
a heart that bleeds with a cut
Od a knife oh a lost soul
Who it all
Mad at the
souls how no respect
For no one at all

Oh I won't be home
No I
fightin' man

He was a back street fightin' man
He just do what he
For ever to be
a beggar, begging on his knees
You know 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 be coming
I be coming