Luyện nghe bài hát Rubber Bullets

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

Well the band playing
And the booze to flow
But the sound came over on the police car
Down at 49
Having to all the time
Sergeant Baker got a call the governor of the county jail

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

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

Baker and his men made a bee-line for the jail
And for miles
You hear the sirens wail
a rumor goin' round death row
That a fuse is gonna
At the local hop at the local county

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

Sergeant Baker started
With a bullhorn in his
He was cool, he was
He was in command
He said "Blood will
Padre
Padre you to your boys..."
"Trust in me -
God will to set you free"

we don't understand
Why you called in the National
Uncle Sam is the one
Who in the exercise yard
We all got and brains
But some's got and chains
At the local dance at the county jail

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

Is it really such a
For a guy to spend his
At the local at the local county jail
At the local dance at the county jail

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