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 dog's barking at the cars
I hear whispers afar
What was that? what did you say? what really matter anyway?
eyes staring at the wall
Mascara crumbling beneath the fall of 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 brown
She said, "i give a damn what you do
And I don't care what happens to you
You can whistle in the dark if you remember the
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 pour me a glass of that bitch's brew
No, I don't care what happens to you do
I want a cold glass of that bitch's brew"

The rain is down in sheets
trickling jagged streaks
It's a scripture written on tinted
Hissing like a snake in the
hard lies on the seat
My lips but I don't speak
My eyes are to that blinking sign
And I just sit there, biding my
"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 and hold, to keep control
That's all I
all I know and I don't really care what happens next
This has to do with sex
I just something to see me through
Something to keep me from coming
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 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 him a fucking moron
You shouldn't start things you can't see
Wow, guy sure made 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, brain is fried
Now don't stare at me that look in your eyes"
What's mine is mine what's mine is
Said the frog to the as he crawled from the slime
My brain is fine, my brain, my brain, my brain is
How's that for a goddamned rhyme
"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 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 to help me to see me through
Like that's going to keep me from coming
"Look man, I really don't give a what you do
And I don't really care what to you
But there's one little thing that I can do
Il pour you a shot of that bitch's
Yea, one belt of that bitch's brew
Then you've have to leave, we're
You what they say
You don't to go home
But you can't here"