Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch's Brew

Fog and after a thirsty day
It was a hot sun on an empty plate, you know
damn dog's barking at the hissing cars
I hear from afar
What was that? what did you say? does really matter anyway?
Dark eyes 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 and raised her big brown eyes
She said, "i don't give a damn you do
And I really don't 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 her ass and spread her knees
She said, " I don't a damn what you
Do just me a glass of that bitch's brew
No, I really don't care what to you do
I want a long glass of that bitch's brew"

The is coming down in sheets
Windshield's trickling jagged
a scripture written on tinted glass
Hissing a snake in the grass
Something hard lies on the
My lips but I don't speak
My eyes are glued to that sign
And I just sit there, biding my
"Cheap rooms" it "open all the time"
Handcuffs a tightened fist
Lipstick smears a lip
What's mine is mine, what
I know to have and hold, to keep
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 what Il do, wait,... I what Il do
I know what Il do Il pop the on that bitch's brew
Il take a stiff pull on that 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 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 to sleep and pray the lord my soul to keep
If I should die 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 that look in eyes"
What's mine is mine what's is mine
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 coupled rhyme
"Look man, why you just get on this stool
You ain't no poet, you're a fucking fool"
I don't know what Il do I don't know Il do
"Try doing right
Seek 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 to keep me from coming unglued
"Look man, I really don't give a what you do
And I don't care what happens to you
But there's maybe one little that I can do
Il pour you a shot of bitch's brew
Yea, one quick of that bitch's brew
Then have to leave, we're closing
You know what say
You don't have to go
But you stay here"