Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch's Brew

Fog and night a thirsty day
It was a hot sun beating on an plate, you know
That damn dog's at the hissing cars
I whispers from afar
What was that? what did you say? what really matter anyway?
Dark eyes staring at the
Mascara crumbling beneath the fall of drooping down
Answer me! 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 what you do
And I really care what happens to you
You can in the dark 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 give a damn what you
Do just pour me a glass of that brew
No, I really don't what happens to you do
I want a cold glass of that bitch's brew"

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

I don't want no more I don't no more
The bartender dragged me the floor
Don't worry, man, that guy is long
"Maybe you shouldn't him a fucking moron
You start things you can't see through
Wow, that guy made a mess of you"
Now I lay me down to sleep and the lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake, you'll know I had a belly ache
"Shut up, man, shut up, man, brain is fried
Now don't stare at me with look in your eyes"
What's mine is mine mine is mine
Said the to the snake as he crawled from the slime
My brain is fine, my brain, my brain, my is fine
How's that for a goddamned 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 know Il do
"Try doing what's
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 help me to see me
Like that's going to keep me from unglued
"Look man, I really don't give a fuck you do
And I don't care what happens to you
But maybe one little thing that I can do
Il pour you a of that bitch's brew
Yea, one quick of that bitch's brew
you've have to leave, we're closing
You know they say
You have to go home
But you stay here"