Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Chrome

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

But heaven ain't no place, brother and love no word, sister
And prison ain't no building of iron bars and stone
You can the rhyme and reason 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 where you
Sins you so regret and yet sins that you enjoy
Harps can beg forgiveness and the guitars can scream
But the are larger than any language can explain

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

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

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

Bone tired and so weary of truth 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 hurricane of all is and all that aint

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