Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Livin' Long Like This

R. Crowell - Jolly Music - BMI

I looked for trouble and I it son,
down the barrel of a lawman's gun.
I'd try to run but I think I can,
You make one and you're a dead man, friend.

Ain't livin' like this,
Can't live at all this, can I baby?
He the handcuffs on behind my back,
Then left me freezin' on a steel rack.
Can't sleep at all in the baby,
livin' long like this.

Grew up in on the wayside drive,
Son of a car hop in some all dive.
Dad drove a stock car to an death,
All I was a drunk man's breathe.

Ain't livin' like this,
Can't at all like this, can I baby?
We know the how the wheel goes 'round,
Don't let 'em you to the man downtown,
They got 'em all in the baby.
livin' long like this,
Can't live at all like this, can I baby? Ah it!

{Erik -

I live for Angel, a road house queen,
Makes Texas look like Sandra Dee.
I to love her but I don't know how,
I'm at the of a jailhouse now.

Ain't livin' like this,
Can't live at all this, can I baby?
You the story 'bout the jailhouse rock,
Go on and do it, but don't get caught.
got 'em all in the jailhouse baby.
Oh, livin' long like this.
Oh no!

- Solo}