Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch's Brew

Fog and night after a day
It was a hot sun beating on an empty plate, you
damn dog's barking at the hissing cars
I hear whispers afar
What was what did you say? does what really matter anyway?
eyes staring at the wall
Mascara crumbling beneath the fall of drooping down
me! what did you say? why do you have to be this way?
"What way is that", was her
She and raised her big brown eyes
She said, "i don't give a damn you do
And I really don't care happens to you
You can in the dark if you remember the tune
And recite your litany of 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 bitch's brew
No, I really care what happens to you do
I want a long glass of that bitch's brew"

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

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