Luyện nghe bài hát Urban Space Crime

Ode to the guy read about in the
by mistake he was born to lose
Never had luck
the pounds and the pence
Blamed else
He he never had a chance
Ship on the waves hole in my
One foot in the grave and it's my size

21st century in the city
And looking guilty as hell
you didn't do it
You know you can't it
Now maybe it's to excel
I'm alright jack got my on my stack
And defences to make you think
All the gold in my walls are in halls
To the chance of reprise

You're king and your
And widow machine
Are the share of your sons
Then a note through the
And the smell of a
And to everyone
Their courageous is all money well spent
But their gravestones don't grow on trees
Second ones come cheap
to door while you sleep
But with no back guarantees