Luyện nghe bài hát Prison Trilogy

Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a fighter
Billy knew trouble like the sound of his own name
on a drunken charge, driving someone else's car
The local Sheriff's claim to fame

In an jail, there are some who tell the tale
How Billy the sergeant for some milk that he demanded
Knowing remain the boss, knowing he would pay the cost
They saw he was severely

In the blackest on A block
He hanged himself at
With a stuck to the bunk head
'Don't mess with me, take me home'

Come and lay, help us lay, young Billy

was a Mexican, the law calls an alien
For coming across the border a baby and a wife
the clothes upon his back were wet, still he thought
That he could get some money and things to a life

It been too very long, when it seemed like everything went wrong
Didn't even have the time to find themselves a
When this foreigner, a brown-skin male thrown inside a Texas
Left the and baby quite alone

He eased the inside him
a needle in his arm
But the dope crucified him
And he died to no one's great

Come and lay, help us lay, poor down
And we'll raze, raze the prisons to the

Kilowatt was an con of 65 who stood a chance
To stay alive and leave the and walk the streets again
As the he was to leave drew near, he suffered all the joy and fear
Of leaving 35 in the pen

Then on the day of his release, he was by the police
Who took him to the warden walking slowly by his
The warden said, "You remain here
But it a state retainer claims another 10 years of your life"

He out in the Texas sunlight
And the cops all stood
Old ran 50 yards
threw himself down on the ground

They might as just have laid, that old man down
But we're gonna raze, raze the prisons to the
Help us raze, the prisons to the ground