Luyện nghe bài hát Chicago Seemed Tired Last Night

Nelson Algren came to Paddy at some party at the dead end
Yeah, he told him what to
And I met William Yeats, Sunday night dance party, summer 1988
At first I thought it might be William

We mix our own mythologies, we push them out PA systems
We dictate our doxologies and try to get sleeping kids to sit up and
And I'm not saying we could save you, but we could put you in a place where you could save
If you don't get born again at least you'll get as hell

Yeah, and sweet St. Paul, that must be the hardest saint of them all
We met him at some suburban St. mall
But St. Theresa came to Holly, I wasn't even at that party
I'd moved out to New York City

When went up and kissed him
I almost got
I guess I knew was coming
I I knew it was coming

We gather our gospels from gossip and bar talk then we declare them the
We salvage our sermons from message boards and reports and we sic them on the youth
We try out new on the guys sitting next to us in the bars with the bars on the windows, alright
Even if you don't get converted tonight, you admit the band's pretty tight

did "She's Got Legs" into "Ain't Too Proud To Beg"
Into something by the Dixie
And they their way through "Fairytale of New York"
When the band finished playing we howled out for

Hey Nelson Algren, Chicago tired last night
had cigarettes where there were supposed to be eyes
Hey William Butler Yeats, all the Irish seemed wired last
They to separate our girls from our guys

They had where there were supposed to be eyes