Luyện nghe bài hát Chicago Seemed Tired Last Night

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

We mix our own mythologies, we them out through PA systems
We dictate our doxologies and try to get kids to sit up and listen
And I'm not saying we could save you, but we could put you in a place where you could yourself
If you don't get born again at least get high 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 when St. came to Holly, I wasn't even at that party
I'd already moved out to New City

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

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

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

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

They had cigarettes where there were to be eyes