Luyện nghe bài hát Arc of Bar

Hustlers, whores, in rooms
A city's stink
An arc of bar, a bazaar
Of diamonds, dust, and
The jamming, the lions lamming
The doing the dealing
And queens are jacks
Remember that or catch a

The night had come her own
And I made the arc of bar my
Beneath my clothes, just a bag of
my skin, just skeletons
I was like a pair of dice
With one for laws and one for
But all this, I tried to
Behind a of sweat and fire

To some, a
To some, a
Something soft for something
She my needs out of my dreams
And baptized me in that seeds
And then she lay me a baby
On a bed of moss
And for her love, I would the devil
To steal Christ off the cross

I lay on the arc of bar
And the proof in me
But the arc, it the air
percent humidity
Well at least those mosquitos
That fall to the flood
Get a thimble full of whiskey their paltry pint of blood
My

This port of
It no port at all
The cap, my cup, and up
The jokers, they tease hand
But they're out of 'cause I'm out of town
And the sun is like an
Goading me the gospel
But I got no at all
Except to drink as as possible

men offer confession
For souls and grace of god
For women, women are for mercy
And they're abuzz
Yeah, men offer confession
For their and grace of god
For others women, women are for
And mosquitos they're