Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Chrome

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

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

For mountains you will scale with ease
Yet molehills you Stumble
you so regret and yet other 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 where the preachers to steal
The of your heart, for they have no treasure of their own
There lies a window in your hand the perfect stone
You'd throw it but you arms are bound round with Alabama Chrome

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

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

Bone tired and so weary of treating as a lie
I been hunkered down in the bunker of some fools
Squint harder you will see the slim tether of the
whipping 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 my head father, no I am not alone
My mind is without a mouth, my thoughts are marrow without bone
My are blinded by a thousand layers
Of goddamn Alabama Chrome