Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch's Brew

Fog and night a thirsty day
It was a hot sun beating on an empty plate, you
That damn dog's barking at the cars
I hear from afar
What was that? what did you say? does what really matter
eyes staring at the wall
Mascara crumbling beneath the fall of eyelids down
Answer me! what did you say? why do you have to be way?
"What way is that", was her
She and raised her big brown eyes
She said, "i give a damn what you do
And I really care what happens to you
You can in the dark if you remember the tune
And recite your of gloom and doom
But is one thing you can do for me..."
She shifted her ass and spread her
She said, " I don't give a damn you
Do just pour me a glass of that brew
No, I really don't care what to you do
I want a long glass of that bitch's brew"

The rain is coming in sheets
Windshield's jagged streaks
It's a written on tinted glass
Hissing a snake in the grass
hard lies on the seat
My lips move but I speak
My eyes are to that blinking sign
And I just sit there, my time
"Cheap rooms" it "open all the time"
ring a tightened fist
Lipstick smears a lip
What's is mine, that's what
I know to and hold, to keep control
That's all I
That's all I know and I don't really what happens next
has nothing to do with sex
I just need to see me through
to keep me from coming unglued
I don't know what Il do, wait,... I what Il do
I know what Il do Il pop the on that bitch's brew
Il take a long stiff pull on that bitch's

I don't want no more I don't no more
The bartender dragged me the floor
worry, man, that guy is long gone
"Maybe you shouldn't called him a fucking
You shouldn't things you can't see through
Wow, that guy sure made a of you"
Now I lay me down to sleep and the lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake, know I had a belly ache
"Shut up, man, shut up, man, you're brain is
Now don't stare at me with that look in eyes"
mine is mine what's mine is mine
Said the frog to the snake as he crawled from the
My is fine, my brain, my brain, my brain is fine
How's that for a goddamned coupled
"Look man, why don't you just get on stool
You ain't no poet, you're a fucking fool"
I don't know what Il do I don't what Il do
"Try what's right
Seek in a world of delights
Till boom, boom, boom, out go the
boom, boom, boom, out go the lights"
Yea, that's going to help me to see me
Like that's going to keep me from coming
"Look man, I don't give a fuck what you do
And I don't really what happens to you
But there's one little thing that I can do
Il pour you a of that bitch's brew
Yea, one quick belt of bitch's brew
Then you've to leave, we're closing
You know they say
You have to go home
But you can't here"