Luyện nghe bài hát American Saint

The Concho on fire tonight
Spilling out the street
The blessed scream of a newborn
love in my backseat

All of us together in the glow of the headlights
All the pretties with the stars in their hair
Sipping titos and light

Its another round of checks and train wrecks
The lost and the rejects
Falling dancing to the music
softly on the southern wind

Talking like the that we wont be
Spittin' out the game little Jimmy sold me
fighting for each other
Though it feels like never win
American saint, saint

Now Philly Joe lives of Alice
The prince of the wild
He got pinch for possession in a hard land
But he never his style

He still works the rigs six months out of the
Old Crow fever, a story to tell and a behind his ear

Its another round of sound checks and train
The lost boys and the
angels dancing to the music
Drifting softly on the wind

Talking like the that we wont be
Spittin' out the game little Jimmy sold me
Still fighting for each
Though it feels like well win
American saint, American

Now Im of Waxahachie
Im where I go from here
The Baptists say that if I dont
I wont see year

Its round of sound checks and train wrecks
The lost boys and the
Falling angels to the music
softly on the southern wind

Talking the heroes that we wont be
Spittin' out the game that little sold me
Fighting for each
It feels like well win
American saint, American saint, American