Luyện nghe bài hát After Los Angeles

I got a cut
A shirt
A St. Paulie's
But I need any of that

I got a number on a
A soup can to through
A tune in its worst
I got a temper like a

And a tab after
And a right woman
And there'll be to pay
Los Angeles

And you believe
What seen
town is a workshop for wordsmiths
And and misters and misses

And cheeks full of
And all of you
wait till I'm bitter
I've got a fever like the boulevard

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

you weep
But don't at all
You can find me in the
And if you care

Then why did you