Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story - Slick Rick

Ricky,
will you us a bedtime story?
Please, huh,
Allright,
you get to bed,
get the storybook.
Ya'll in?

we go,
Once upon a not long ago,
when people wore pajamas and lived slow,
When laws stern and justice stood,
And were behavin' like they ought to good,
lived a lil' boy who was misled,
By anotha lil' boy and is what he said:
"Me, Ya, Ty, we gonna sum cash,
old folks and makin' tha dash",
They did the job, money came ease,
But one stop, it's like he had a disease,
He robbed another and and a sista and her brotha,
to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover,
The cop grabbed his arm, he started erratic,
he "Keep still, boy, no need for static",
Punched him in his and he gave him a slap,
But little did he the lil' boy was strapped,
The kid out a gun, he said "Why did ya hit me?",
The was set straight for the cop's kidney,
The cop got scared, the kid, he to figure,
"I'll do if I pull this trigga",
So he cold and ran around the block,
Cop it to another lady cop,
He ran by a tree, he saw this sista,
A shot for the head, he shot back but he her,
Looked good and from expectations,
So he he'd head for the subway stations,
But,
(What)
She was and he made a left,
He was runnin' top speed he was outta breath,
an old man down and swore he killed him,
"Sorry"
Then he his move to an abandoned building,
Ran up the up to the top floor,
Opened up the door there, who he saw?,
(Who)
Dave the dope fiend dope,
Who don't the meaning of water nor soap,
He "I need bullets, hurry up, run!"
The fiend brought back a spanking shotgun,
He went outside but there was all over,
Then he into a car, a stolen Nova (?),
up the block doing 83,
Crashed a tree near university,
alive though the car was battered,
Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the scattered,
Ran out of and still had static,
Grabbed a lady and out the automatic,
at her head and he said the gun was full o' lead,
He told the cops "Back off or honey dead",
in his heart he knew he was wrong,
So he let the go and he starts to run on,
Sirens sounded, he astounded,
Before the lil' boy got surrounded,
He the gun, so went the glory,
And this is the way I must end story,
He was seventeen, in a madman's dream,
The cops the kid, I still hear him scream,
This ain't so don't ya dare laugh,
Just another case the wrong path,
Straight 'n or yo' soul gets cast.
Goodnight!