Luyện nghe bài hát Chicago Seemed Tired Last Night

Nelson Algren to Paddy at some party at the dead end alley
Yeah, he told him to celebrate
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 them out through PA systems
We dictate our doxologies and try to get sleeping to sit up and listen
And I'm not saying we could save you, but we put you in a place where you could save yourself
If you don't get born again at least you'll get high as

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

Judas went up and kissed him
I got sick
I guess I knew what was
I I knew it was coming

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

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

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

They had cigarettes where were supposed to be eyes