Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Chrome

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

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

For theres mountains you will scale with
Yet molehills where you
Sins you so regret and yet other sins that you
can beg forgiveness and the guitars can scream pain
But the contradictions are than any language can explain

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

The heat it is withering, humidity
Strip of tape, a sly lie covering
Dent in the side of the redneck
Going deep for the Crimson

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

Bone tired and so weary of treating as a lie
I been hunkered down in the of some fools alibi
harder you will see the slim tether of the saints
It's whipping wild in the 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 head father, no I am not
My mind is teeth a mouth, my thoughts are marrow without bone
My eyes are blinded by a layers
Of that Alabama Chrome