Luyện nghe bài hát A Town Called Luckey

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

And you started a disturbing thing
Birds other 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 a middle aged crisis type thing

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

I covered the bloodstained matress
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 most group you had ever seen
A slender man a moustache, a bow tie and nothing 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 carburettor then you
Oh the and the disbelief

yourself to be humble
Singing to yourself to be
It's a middle aged crisis 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 hand in slow 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 yourself to be
to yourself to be free
It's a middle aged type thing
It's a middle crisis type thing

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