Luyện nghe bài hát After Los Angeles

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

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

And a tab after
And a right fast
And be hell to pay
Los Angeles

And you believe
What I've
This town is a workshop for
And grifters and misters and

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

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

While you
But don't at all
You can me in the back
And if you care

why did you ask?