Luyện nghe bài hát Street Sweeper

there he goes down the street.
he's and panting and stomping his feet.
he's hoping and trying to the law.
he's away but there is a flaw.
he hit a dead end and is no way out,
but it as if he has no doubt.
at that hole in the wall to his right.
he's punching the out with all of his might.
he's making his way little by little.
one minute and he'll get to the middle.
he to the other side and sees it,
his big black car his driver in it.
the cops are gaining each passing moment.
it's making him nervous but never show it.
he's too for anyone...

the 7th street gangster.
he looks in the and pulls out his gun,
cocks it and aims it for fun.
got a big problem, his are gone.
but even worse his driver Don
is out on the floor of the car.
with him there, they won't go far.
the solution is under his seat,
he the button - the ground leaves his feet.
once again the 7th gangster has won.
why do people challenge him they know what will be done?
he's never lost and i he ever will.
a word of warning to you all - don't with the SSG