Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch's Brew

Fog and after a thirsty day
It was a hot sun on an empty plate, you know
That damn barking at the hissing cars
I hear whispers from
What was that? what did you say? does what really anyway?
Dark eyes staring at the
Mascara beneath the fall of eyelids drooping down
Answer me! what did you say? why do you to be this way?
"What way is that", was her
She smiled and raised her big eyes
She said, "i don't a damn what you do
And I really don't care what to you
You can whistle in the if you remember the tune
And your litany of gloom and doom
But is one thing you can do for me..."
She her ass and spread her knees
She said, " I don't give a what you
Do just pour me a glass of that brew
No, I really don't care what to you do
I want a cold glass of that bitch's brew"

The rain is coming in sheets
trickling jagged streaks
It's a scripture written on glass
Hissing a snake in the grass
Something hard on the seat
My move but I don't speak
My eyes are glued to that blinking
And I just sit there, my time
"Cheap rooms" it "open all the time"
Handcuffs a tightened fist
Lipstick a bloodied lip
What's mine is mine, what
I know to and hold, to keep control
That's all I
That's all I know and I don't care what happens next
This has to do with sex
I need something to see me through
Something to keep me coming unglued
I don't know Il do, wait,... I know what Il do
I know what Il do Il pop the on that bitch's brew
Il take a long stiff pull on that brew

I want no more I don't want no more
The bartender dragged me the floor
worry, man, that guy is long gone
"Maybe you shouldn't called him a moron
You shouldn't things you can't see through
Wow, that guy sure a mess of you"
Now I lay me down to and pray 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 is fried
Now don't stare at me with look in your eyes"
What's is mine what's mine is mine
Said the frog to the snake as he from the slime
My brain is fine, my brain, my brain, my brain is
How's that for a goddamned coupled
"Look man, why don't you just get on this
You ain't no poet, you're a fucking fool"
I don't know what Il do I don't what Il do
"Try doing what's
Seek serenity in a of delights
Till boom, boom, boom, out go the
boom, boom, boom, out go the lights"
Yea, that's going to me to see me through
Like that's going to keep me from coming
"Look man, I really give a fuck what you do
And I don't really care happens to you
But there's maybe one thing that I can do
Il pour you a shot of bitch's brew
Yea, one quick belt of that brew
Then have to leave, we're closing
You know they say
You don't to go home
But you stay here"