Luyện nghe bài hát Paul Revere

Now here's a little I've got to tell
About three bad you know so well
It started way back in
Adrock, (M.C.A.) and me (Mike D.)
I had a little horse named Paul
Just me and my and a quart of beer
Riding the land kicking up sand
posse on my tail 'cause I'm in demand
One lonely I be
All by without nobody
The sun is down on my baseball hat
The air is hot the beer is getting flat
Lookin' for a girl I ran a guy
His is M.C.A., I said, "Howdy" he said, "Hi"

He told a little that sounded well rehearsed
Four on the run and that he's dying of thirst
The was in my hand and he was on my tip
His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry and he me for a sip
He said, "Can I get some?"
I said, you get none!
Had a to run
He out his shotgun
He was quick on the draw, I thought I'd be
He put the gun to my head and is what he said,

"Now my name is M.C.A., I've got a to kill
I think you what time it is, it's time to get ill
Now what do we have here an and his beer
I run this land, you understand, I myself clear."
We stepped the wind - he had a gun, I had a grin
You think story's over but it's ready to begin

"Now I got the gun, you got the
You got two of what you can do
It's not a tough as you can see
I can blow you away or you can ride me"
I said, I'll ride with you if can get me to the
The sheriff's me for what I did to his daughter
I did it like this, I did it like
I did it a whiffleball bat
So I'm on the run, the got my gun
And right about now it's to have some fun
The King that is my name
And I know the fly spot where got the champagne."
We for six hours the we hit the spot
The beat was a bumping and the was hot
This dude was staring like he who we are
We the empty spot next to him at the bar
M.C.A. Said, (Yo, you this kid?)
I said, I didn't, but I he did
(The kid said) Get ready cause ain't funny
My Mike D. And I'm about to get money.
out the jammy, aimed it at the sky
He yelled, (Stick 'em up!) and let two fly
Hands up and people hit the floor
He wasted two that ran for the door
"I'm Mike D. And I get
Your and your jewelry is what I expect"
M.C.A. Was it and he's my ace
So I grabbed the piano player and I him in the face
The piano player's out the stopped
His boy had and he got dropped
Mike D. Grabbed the money (M.C.A. the gold)
I two girlies and a beer that's cold.