Luyện nghe bài hát Street Fightin' Man

Music: lynch,
Lyrics: logan,

He was a back alley fightin man
He just do he please
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 a poor boy with muddy hands
got no childhood memories
There's no way out for this punk

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 more

Sad at the
Like a heart that bleeds 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 coming
No I
Street man

He was a back alley street man
He just do what he
For ever to be
a beggar, begging on his knees
You know down, down, down
To the depths of his
There ain't no home man
For tha fightin' man
fightin' man
And mad at the
No I won't be
I be coming