Luyện nghe bài hát A Town Called Luckey

Happy birthday, you're to 60
You have no land of own
A job you
And a that's mean

And you started noticing a thing
Birds eating birds just beyond the screen
So you packed up your and hopped on the freeway headed east
And you drove for eight aimlessly

Telling yourself to be
Singing to to be free
Being full aware that it's a middle crisis type thing

And you drove 'til you saw a sign for a town Luckey
Spelled
Where the sugar towers rise til the and meet the streets
Checked into a motel, on cardboard sheets

I covered the bloodstained matress
Went to the bar and you got yourself a drink

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

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

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

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

And he told you how he to be
As an alterboy by his father's
And how he came to lose his
was no touching but advances were made

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

A stormcloud, a if you will
A stormcloud, a

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

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