Luyện nghe bài hát Arc of Bar

Hustlers, whores, in galore
A sinking city's
An arc of bar, a flesh
Of diamonds, dust, and
The jukebox jamming, the lamming
The doing the dealing
And are over jacks
Remember that or a beating

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

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

I lay on the arc of bar
And the proof in me
But the arc, it the air
Hundred humidity
Well at those damned mosquitos
That flounder to the flood
Get a thimble full of with 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 luck I'm out of town
And the sun is an omen
Goading me the gospel
But I got no at all
Except to drink as soon as

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