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 whispers from afar
What was that? what did you say? does what really matter
Dark eyes staring at the
crumbling beneath the fall of eyelids drooping down
Answer me! did you say? why do you have to be this way?
"What way is that", was her
She smiled and raised her big eyes
She said, "i don't give a damn you do
And I don't care what happens to you
You can whistle in the dark if you the tune
And your litany of gloom and doom
But is one thing you can do for me..."
She shifted her ass and her knees
She said, " I don't give a damn you
Do pour me a glass of that bitch's brew
No, I really don't what happens to you do
I want a long cold glass of that brew"

The rain is down in sheets
Windshield's trickling streaks
a scripture written on tinted glass
Hissing a snake in the grass
Something hard lies on the
My lips move but I don't
My eyes are glued to blinking sign
And I just sit there, my time
"Cheap rooms" it "open all the time"
Handcuffs ring a fist
smears a bloodied lip
What's is mine, that's what
I know to and hold, to keep control
all I know
That's all I and I don't really care what happens next
This has nothing to do sex
I just something to see me through
Something to keep me from unglued
I know what Il do, wait,... I know what Il do
I know what Il do Il pop the cork on that bitch's
Il take a long stiff on that bitch's brew

I don't no more I don't want no more
The dragged me across the floor
worry, man, that guy is long gone
"Maybe you called him a fucking moron
You start 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, up, man, you're brain is fried
Now don't stare at me that 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 is fine, my brain, my brain, my brain is fine
How's for a goddamned coupled rhyme
"Look man, why you just get on this stool
You ain't no poet, you're just a fool"
I don't know what Il do I know what Il do
"Try doing right
serenity in a world 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 going to keep me from coming unglued
"Look man, I really don't a fuck what you do
And I really care what happens to you
But there's maybe one little thing I can do
Il you a shot of that bitch's brew
Yea, one quick belt of that bitch's
Then you've have to leave, we're
You know they say
You don't to go home
But you stay here"