Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Chrome

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

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

For theres you will scale with ease
Yet molehills you Stumble
Sins you so regret and yet sins that you enjoy
Harps can beg forgiveness and the can scream 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 lies a sacred window in your the perfect stone
You'd throw it but you arms are bound with that Alabama Chrome

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

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

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

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