Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Little Child

Crazy little child got to see
All the pretty in life
Had him put away, nothing could say
Could ever make the fit

Aw well, was rich, mama was a bitch
Living easy in between
Behind his silent scream, Jackson in his
Was planning his

He was a crazy little child, New Orleans playground
Grimy faced, he the hookers cry
Winos were his friends and when he to them
said, "Jackson, boy, they'll get you by and by"

Depression in, desperate, cool and quick
Jackson learned the out on the street
Little stores, just pickin' locks and doors
Was for a two bit petty thief

So went to Ritz and everyone was hip
Ritz ran all the rackets in town
If you need boy, a trigger or a blade
Well, I'm the slickest cat

gave him the eye, once over then he smiled
"Yeah, I've got here in mind
If you me here at two, I think you'll like the view
Of long green when you crack that safe tonight"

He was a crazy little child, New Orleans playground
And grimy faced, he watched the hookers cry,
Winos were his friends and when he to them
They said, "Jackson, boy, they'll get you by and by", that's

Well, I'll wait for you outside and be your ears and your eyes
And boy, you just slip in there and bring out all loot
But Ritz was by surprise, couple of unsuspectin' guys
And they left poor Jackson

Questions there were few, in fact were none
When those Sheriff's bullet to fly
Lay dying on the with a smokin' forty-four
He said, "I must the winos were right"

Crazy child, never got to see
All the pretty in life
We buried him today, we could say
Could make the pieces fit

Yeah, I must admit the winos were
Oh, I must admit the winos right
His last words
I must admit the winos