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 struttin mother, a for
His gun and his

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

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

fightin' man
Yeah, fightin man

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

Sad at the
Like a heart that with a cut
Od a oh he's a lost soul
Who it all
Mad at the
souls how no respect
For no one at all

Oh I be coming home
No I
fightin' man

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