Luyện nghe bài hát A Town Called Luckey

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

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

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

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, on cardboard sheets

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

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

It was the most ragtag group you had seen
A slender man with a moustache, a bow tie and between
Looking like a son who had given in the devil-worshipping scene
He was a looker and he bought you a drink

And you proceeded to tell him
And you were getting a bit hysterical it
You laughed like a then you screamed
Oh the and the disbelief

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

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

And his father's in slow motion it was approaching him
And the doubt and disbelief crept over his young heart 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 type thing
It's a middle aged type thing

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