Luyện nghe bài hát Rubber Bullets

I went to a at the local county jail
All the cons were dancing and the band began to
But the guys were
were brawling in the street
At the local at the local county jail

Well the band were
And the booze to flow
But the sound came over on the car radio
at Precinct 49
Having to all the time
Sergeant Baker got a call from the governor of the jail

Load up, load up, load up with bullets
Load up, up, load up with rubber bullets

I love to hear convicts squeal
It's a these slugs ain't real
But we have dancin' at the local county jail

Baker and his men made a bee-line for the jail
And for around
You could the sirens wail
There's a rumor goin' death row
a fuse is gonna blow
At the hop at the local county jail

Whatcha gonna do about it, gonna do
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha do

Sergeant Baker talkin'
a bullhorn in his hand
He was cool, he was
He was in command
He said "Blood flow;
Here
Padre you to your boys..."
"Trust in me -
God will to set you free"

we don't understand
Why you in the National Guard
Uncle Sam is the one
Who belongs in the exercise
We all got and brains
But got balls and chains
At the local at the local county jail

Load up, up, load up with rubber bullets
Load up, load up, load up with rubber

Is it really a crime
For a guy to his time
At the dance at the local county jail
At the local dance at the local county

Whatcha gonna do it, whatcha gonna do
Whatcha gonna do it, whatcha gonna do