Luyện nghe bài hát Street Sweeper

there he running down the street.
moving and panting and stomping his feet.
he's hoping and to lose the law.
he's almost 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 his way through little by little.
one more and he'll get to the middle.
he gets to the side and sees it,
his big black car with his in it.
the cops are gaining with each moment.
it's making him but he'll never show it.
he's too for anyone...

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