Luyện nghe bài hát Chicago Seemed Tired Last Night

Nelson Algren came to Paddy at party at the dead end alley
Yeah, he told him to celebrate
And I met William Butler Yeats, 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 our doxologies and try to get sleeping kids to sit up and listen
And I'm not we could save you, but we could put you in a place where you could save yourself
If you don't get born again at you'll get high as hell

Yeah, and sweet St. Paul, must be the hardest luck saint of them all
We met him at suburban St. Paul mall
But when St. Theresa came to Holly, I even at that party
I'd already moved out to New City

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

We gather our gospels from and bar talk 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 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 tight

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

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

had cigarettes where there were supposed to be eyes