Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Chrome

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, bump to the thump of the Selma slammer
Wanna up and down like a whack jackhammer
Sing a little Sweet 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 alibi
Squint harder you will see the slim tether of the
It's whipping wild in the hurricane of all 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 teeth without a mouth, my thoughts are marrow without
My eyes are by a thousand layers
Of that goddamn Alabama