Luyện nghe bài hát A Town Called Luckey

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you to tell him everything
And you getting a bit hysterical it seemed
You laughed a carburettor then you screamed
Oh the and the disbelief

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

And he you how he came to be
As an by his father's knees
And how he to lose his faith
There was no touching but advances were

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

A stormcloud, a if you will
A stormcloud, a

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

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