Luyện nghe bài hát The Night We Nearly Got Busted

Jack he dont
popped too many pills
says he's set all the people free
Jane's the same
never played the game
they used to to keep me company
never could stand still
always up on that
said they had to check out the
see the word was out
there was no about it
undercover men on every corner of property
Jack he just Jane by the hand
he said, "come over awhile honey, 'cause tonight
I'm gonna take you back
'cause you that night?
we to feel so fine"

the night we nearly got
got on our knees
the night we got busted
it was the who set us free, Lord who set us free, yeah

we nearly got busted, me and Larry Love, we're too damn slick

see now,
Jane, all those they started to spill all out all over
she she could, she could hear 'em talkin in the hall
an'gonna,
Jack used to fill up that broken cup
he swore he saw 'em through the holes in the motel wall
he said, "hey, baby, we got to kill,
eat another pill,
I'm gonna check out the coast guard's
'cause I believe our ship is in tonight
and I so fine I'm gonna
spin out another tale of testimony now
so over here, baby
come here baby
I'm gonna take you by the hand to the land
'cause that night?
you used to feel so
you to feel so fine"

remember,
the night we nearly got
got on our knees
the night we got busted
it was the Lord who set us
the night we nearly got
got on our knees
the we nearly got busted, yeah
it was the who set us free, Lord who set us free, yeah

'cause I feel like gettin down on my knees tonight, baby
'cause I know, I know the Lord's set us free

shh baby, shh
I swear I can see some comin' over the hill
there's goin' on outside man, I don't like the feel
yeah, the gone colder than honey
your bag
I we gotta run soon
to the. shh

turn the lights low
turn that off I can't think no more

yeah, you alright?
up
we wait, can't hesitate
they, they're pickin the padlocks at the gate
smell the violence, blind on the side of silence are smilin', givin' the eye
checkin' out our file inquiries, diggin' in the diaries
the mother fuckers messin' with the phone lines

wait, don't
'cause they, they're the padlocks at the gate
smell the violence, blind suckers on the side of silence are smilin', the eye
checkin' our our fingerprint inquiries, diggin' in the diaries
the mother been messin' with the phone lines