Luyện nghe bài hát Chicago Seemed Tired Last Night

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

We mix our own mythologies, we push them out through PA
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 could put you in a place where you save yourself
If you don't get born at least you'll get high as hell

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

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

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

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

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

They had cigarettes where there were to be eyes