Luyện nghe bài hát 300 M.p.h. Torrential Outpour Blues

I'm back ghosts that are no longer there
I'm gettin' on myself sittin' in my easy chair
Well, there's three in the mirror
And I'm wonderin' which one of I should choose

Well, I can't from laughin'
Spittin' out these 300 mile per hour outpour

I'm breakin' my teeth off, tryin' to my lip
There's all kinds of red-headed women that I ain't to kiss
And it's that color which never to turn me blue
So I just swallow it and on to it
And use it to the hell out of you

I a woman, says, "Come and watch me bleed"
And I'm wonderin' just how I can do
And give her everything that she needs
Well, there's three people in my head have the answer
And one of has got to be you

But you're holding to it, the answer
Singin' these three hundred mile per outpour blues

Put on gloves, a tight scarf and wrap up warm on this winter
Every time you get defensive, just looking for a fight
It's to say somebody out there's got a problem
almost anything you'll do
Well, next time they stab you fight back
Just play the victim of playin' the fool

And the roads are covered with a million little
Of cigarette and the school floors are covered
With of pencil eraser too
Well, sooner or later the gonna be holdin'
All of my too

But I can't but wonder if after I'm gone
I still have these three hundred mile per hour
Finger breakin', no answers, broken back, dirty
Bee stung and busted up, empty cup outpour blues?

One thing's for sure, in graveyard
I'm have the shiniest pair of shoes