Luyện nghe bài hát Automatic Blues

Well, things I'm built for fixin'
Make more sense to away
The touch of human
I really crave

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

Well, the preacher preached the
Sinners bow their
Sometimes I so alive
I I was dead

You might be on your somewhere, baby
Too up in your pew
Sunday lift the curtain
On the automatic blues? 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 a pair of sneakers
In a washing
I'm off the walls
Trapped in the

Goddamn, thermostat's gone
I up with the flu
up in a blanket
With the automatic blues, on

Hey, on
Get a on me
Get a on me
I want somebody to me
Where can my be