Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Little Child

Crazy child never got to see
All the things in life
Had him put away, nothing they say
Could make the pieces fit

Aw well, Daddy-o was rich, was a bitch
Living easy in between
his silent scream, Jackson in his teens
Was planning his

He was a little child, New Orleans Alley playground
faced, he watched 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
learned the ropes out on the street
Little candy stores, just pickin' locks and
Was practice for a two bit thief

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

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

He was a little child, New Orleans Alley 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 I'll be your ears and eyes
And boy, you just slip in there and bring out all that
But Ritz was taken by surprise, couple of unsuspectin'
And left poor Jackson inside

Questions there were few, in fact were none
When Sheriff's bullet start to fly
Lay dying on the floor with a smokin'
He said, "I must admit the were right"

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

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