Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Chrome

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

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

For theres mountains you will with ease
Yet molehills where you
Sins you so and yet other sins that you enjoy
Harps can beg forgiveness and the can scream pain
But the contradictions are larger than any can explain

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

The heat it is withering, smothering
Strip of silver tape, a sly lie
Dent in the side of the ride
deep for the Crimson Tide

Yeah, bump to the thump of the Selma slammer
Wanna jump up and down a whack jackhammer
Sing a little Sweet Home
gimme wink 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
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 angels in the shed mother and in the bed brother
And inside my head father, no I am not alone
My mind is teeth without a mouth, my thoughts are marrow without
My eyes are by a thousand layers
Of that goddamn Alabama