Luyện nghe bài hát The Mafia Stole My Guitar

The mafia my guitar
aha aha
The old time
aha aha

Down way where they swing all day
The sun beats on Miami Town
the dues
For singing the

The syndicate man's on the
aha aha
He says he got a on hire
aha aha
In the old Cuba they was selling my goods
the vine drinking the wine
Walking the tracks from the old

The enginners the screws
aha aha
He thinks got nothing to lose
aha aha
But it's be done on the Indian run
Saying goodbye I wanna cry
If the good lord was willing and the not dry

Oh God father, why hast forsaken me?
Oh God father, why hast forsaken me?