Luyện nghe bài hát Automatic Blues

Well, some things I'm built for
more sense to throw away
The touch of something
What I really

Oh, give me one thing
I can my heart into
Not another
Of these automatic blues, come on, on

Well, the preached the sermon
Sinners bow heads
Sometimes I so alive
I wish I was

You might be on back somewhere, baby
Too beaten up in pew
Would lift the curtain
On the automatic Come on

Hey, me on, turn me off
me out, turn me on
I said, me off, turn me on
me out, turn me on

I feel like a of sneakers
In a washing
I'm off the walls
Trapped in the

Goddamn, gone crazy
I woke up the flu
up in a blanket
With the blues, come on

Hey, on
Get a on me
Get a on me
I somebody to tell me
can my baby be