Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch's Brew

Fog and after a thirsty 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 that? did you say? does what really matter anyway?
Dark eyes at the wall
Mascara 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 her big brown 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 recite your of gloom and doom
But there is one you can do for me..."
She shifted her ass and her knees
She said, " I don't give a what you
Do pour me a glass of that bitch's brew
No, I really don't care what to you do
I want a long cold glass of that brew"

The is coming down in sheets
Windshield's trickling streaks
a scripture written on tinted glass
Hissing like a snake in the
Something lies on the seat
My move but I don't speak
My are glued to that blinking sign
And I sit there, biding my time
"Cheap rooms" it "open all the time"
Handcuffs ring a tightened
smears a bloodied lip
What's mine is mine, that's
I know to have and hold, to keep
all I know
That's all I know and I don't really care what happens
This has to do with sex
I just need something to see me
Something to keep me from unglued
I don't what 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 on that bitch's brew

I don't want no more I don't no more
The dragged me across the floor
Don't worry, man, guy is long gone
"Maybe you shouldn't him a fucking moron
You shouldn't start things you can't see
Wow, that guy made a mess of you"
Now I lay me down to sleep and the lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake, you'll I had a belly ache
"Shut up, man, shut up, man, you're brain is
Now stare at me with that look in your eyes"
What's mine is mine what's is mine
Said the frog to the snake as he crawled from the
My brain is fine, my brain, my brain, my is fine
How's that for a coupled rhyme
"Look man, why don't you just get on stool
You ain't no poet, you're a fucking fool"
I know what Il do I don't know what Il do
"Try what's right
Seek serenity in a of delights
boom, boom, boom, out go the lights
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 unglued
"Look man, I don't give a fuck what you do
And I don't 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 bitch's brew
you've have to leave, we're closing
You know what say
You don't have to go
But you can't here"