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 away by things better left unsaid

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

For mountains you will scale with ease
Yet where you Stumble
Sins you so and yet other sins that you enjoy
Harps can beg forgiveness and the guitars can pain
But the contradictions are larger any language can explain

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

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

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

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