Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Chrome

Sunday I am and wild, Monday I go lame
Tuesday I twitching, Wednesday I'm insane
Thursday I lay dying, I'm quite dead
Saturday I get carried away by better left unsaid

But heaven ain't no place, brother and love aint no word,
And ain't no building made of iron bars and stone
You can seek the rhyme and reason but in the realm of the
You won't catch no true in that Alabama Chrome

For theres mountains you scale with ease
Yet molehills you Stumble
Sins you so and yet other sins that you enjoy
Harps can beg forgiveness and the guitars can scream
But the contradictions are than any language can explain

For in the secret territory where the come to steal
The jewel of your heart, for they have no treasure of own
There lies a window in your hand the perfect stone
You'd throw it but you arms are bound round with that Alabama

The it is withering, humidity smothering
Strip of silver tape, a sly lie
in the side of the redneck ride
Going deep for the Crimson

Yeah, gonna bump to the thump of the slammer
jump up and down like a whack jackhammer
Sing a Sweet Home Alabama
gimme wink like a big film flamer

Bone tired and so weary of treating as a lie
I been hunkered in the bunker of some fools alibi
Squint harder you see the slim tether of the saints
It's wild in the hurricane of all that is and all that aint

'Cause there's in the shed mother and spiders in the bed brother
And ghosts inside my father, no I am not alone
My mind is without a mouth, my thoughts are marrow without bone
My eyes are blinded by a layers
Of that goddamn Alabama