Luyện nghe bài hát Rubber Bullets

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

Well the were playing
And the booze to flow
But the sound came over on the car radio
Down at 49
to kick-ass all the time
Sergeant Baker got a call from the governor of the jail

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

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

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

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

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

Well we understand
Why you in the National Guard
Uncle Sam is the one
Who belongs in the yard
We all got and brains
But some's got balls and
At the local dance at the local county

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

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

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