Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Chrome

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

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

For theres mountains you scale with ease
Yet where you Stumble
Sins you so regret and yet other sins you enjoy
Harps can beg and the guitars can scream pain
But the are larger than any language can explain

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

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

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

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

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