Luyện nghe bài hát Arc of Bar

Hustlers, whores, in galore
A sinking city's
An arc of bar, a bazaar
Of diamonds, dust, and
The jukebox jamming, the lions
The jokers doing the
And queens are jacks
Remember that or catch a

The night had into her own
And I the arc of bar my home
Beneath my clothes, a bag of bones
my skin, just skeletons
I was rolling like a pair of
With one for and one for lies
But all this, I tried to
Behind a glaze of and fire

To some, a
To some, a
soft for something blue
She my needs out of my dreams
And me in flesh that seeds
And then she lay me like a
On a bed of moss
And for her love, I would help the
To Christ right off the cross

I lay on the arc of bar
And the hundred in me
But the arc, it the air
Hundred percent
Well at those damned mosquitos
fall flounder to the flood
Get a thimble full of whiskey with paltry pint of blood
My

This port of
It ain't no at all
The cap, my cup, and up
The jokers, they tease another
But they're out of luck 'cause I'm out of
And the sun is an omen
Goading me toward the
But I got no at all
Except to drink as as possible

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