Luyện nghe bài hát After Los Angeles

I got a cut
A dress
A St. Paulie's
But I don't any of that

I got a number on a
A soup can to sing
A in its worst mood
I got a temper like a

And a tab midnight
And a right fast
And there'll be to pay
After Los

And you won't
What seen
This town is a for wordsmiths
And and misters and misses

And cheeks full of
And all of you
Can't till I'm bitter
I've got a fever like the summer

And a fast woman
me beside you when I die
When I'm and gone.
Mama sing me to

you weep
But weep at all
You can find me in the
And if you care

Then why did you