Luyện nghe bài hát Street Sweeper

there he running down the street.
he's moving and and stomping his feet.
hoping and trying to lose the law.
he's almost away but is a flaw.
he hit a end and there is no way out,
but it as if he has no doubt.
look at hole in the wall to his right.
he's punching the bricks out all of his might.
he's his way through little by little.
one more 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 with each passing moment.
it's making him nervous but he'll never it.
he's too for anyone...

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