Luyện nghe bài hát Prison Trilogy

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

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

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

Come and lay, help us lay, young Billy

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

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

He the pain inside him
With a in his arm
But the just crucified him
And he to no one's great alarm

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

Kilowatt was an aging con of 65 who stood a
To stay alive and leave the joint and 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 slowly by his side
The warden said, "You won't remain
But it a state retainer claims another 10 years of your life"

He stepped out in the Texas
And the cops all stood
Old Kilowatt ran 50
Then himself down on the ground

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