Luyện nghe bài hát A Town Called Luckey

Happy birthday, halfway to 60
You no land of your own
A job you
And a lover mean

And you started a disturbing thing
Birds eating other birds beyond the screen
So you packed up your things and hopped on the freeway east
And you for eight days aimlessly

Telling to be humble
Singing to to be free
Being full aware that a middle aged crisis type thing

And you drove 'til you saw a sign for a called Luckey
L-U-C-K-E-Y
Where the sugar rise til the line and meet the streets
Checked into a motel, slept on cardboard

I the bloodstained matress underneath
to the local bar and you got yourself a drink

Telling to be humble
Singing to yourself to be
It's a aged crisis type thing

It was the most ragtag group you had ever
A slender man a moustache, a bow tie and nothing between
Looking like a preacher son who had in the devil-worshipping scene
He was a real and he bought you a drink

And you proceeded to him everything
And you were a bit hysterical it seemed
You laughed like a carburettor you screamed
Oh the and the disbelief

Telling yourself to be
Singing to to be free
a middle aged crisis type thing

And he told you how he to be
As an alterboy by his knees
And how he came to his faith
There was no touching but were made

And his father's hand in motion it was approaching him
And the doubt and disbelief over his young heart like the black ocean

A stormcloud, a if you will
A stormcloud, a

Telling to be humble
Singing to to be free
It's a middle crisis type thing
It's a middle aged crisis thing

Go home lady, yourself happy
It's just a middle aged crisis thing
It's a aged crisis type thing
It's a middle aged crisis thing
It's a middle aged crisis thing
It's a middle aged crisis thing
It's a middle aged crisis thing