Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Chrome

Sunday I am young and wild, Monday I go
I start twitching, Wednesday I'm insane
Thursday I lay dying, Friday I'm quite
Saturday I get carried by things better left unsaid

But heaven ain't no place, brother and aint no word, sister
And prison ain't no made of iron bars and stone
You can seek the rhyme and but in the realm of the unknown
You won't catch no true reflections in that Chrome

For theres mountains you will scale with
Yet molehills you Stumble
you so regret and yet other sins that you enjoy
Harps can beg forgiveness and the guitars can pain
But the contradictions are larger any language can explain

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

The heat it is withering, smothering
of silver tape, a sly lie covering
Dent in the of the redneck ride
deep for the Crimson Tide

Yeah, bump to the thump of the Selma slammer
Wanna up and down like a whack jackhammer
Sing a little Sweet Home
Jimmy gimme wink a big film flamer

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

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