Luyện nghe bài hát American Saint

The Valley's on fire tonight
out into the street
The blessed scream of a dream
Making in my backseat

All of us in the glow of the dusty headlights
All the pretties with the stars in their hair
titos and crystal light

Its another round of sound and train wrecks
The lost boys and the
Falling dancing to the music
Drifting on the southern wind

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

Now Philly Joe lives of Alice
The hippy of the wild
He got for possession in a real hard land
But he lost his style

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

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

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

Now Im of Waxahachie
Im wondering where I go here
The say that if I dont change
I see next 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 like the heroes we wont be
Spittin' out the game little Jimmy sold me
for each other
It feels like well win
American saint, American saint, saint