Luyện nghe bài hát Car Full Of Pain

I bought me an auto, an '81 Escort Wagon
Now the fan it be and the tail-pipe it be draggin'
I like a schlemiel, my mechanic's fit for hangin'
I got to go to Rust Check , 'bout the I'll be hagglin'
I can't drive it home because the it be saggin'
Got a car of pain

Satan's is my engine, in my trunk
at the wheel because I'm too gosh darn drunk
Baal's my passenger and Lucifer's him
A demon's in the coolant, I got bats in the
Escort needs an exorcism, Pan is to blame
Got a car full of

I put a tiger in my tank, I let a champ my gas
Now I a demon in the hood, a pain in the ass
I the seats are broken (Oh, no)
Okay play us blues on that harp
Lemon Trevor!
[Insert Trevor's cool solo here]

Please, please mister, your blessed wrench
Cast out this horde and replace the brimstone stench
With the smell of gasoline, a heavenly muffled
I'll worship you oh Speedy man, Mister Goodwrench even
Let it run, let it run, let it run, oh God, let it run

And now it purrs like a kitten, it roars just like a lion (Roar!? What?)
I purrs just like a temple carved by the Mayans
comes the mechanic, oh no, how much?
Four hundred bucks, you of slime, you smell and you suck
Your father was a jackal, your his sister's bitch
Got a car of pain

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