Luyện nghe bài hát Street Fightin' Man

Music: lynch,
logan, esposito

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

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

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

fightin' man
Yeah, street man

there's a black cloud that covers
The city a he stands
Taken the darkest alleyways and
Taught fist, blood, and
And more

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

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

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