Luyện nghe bài hát Chicago Seemed Tired Last Night

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

We mix our own mythologies, we push them out through PA
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 where you could save yourself
If you get born again 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 suburban St. mall
But when St. Theresa came to Holly, I wasn't even at party
I'd already moved out to New York

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 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 guys sitting next to us in the bars with the bars on the windows,
Even if you don't get converted tonight, you gotta admit the band's tight

did "She's Got Legs" into "Ain't Too Proud 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 last night
They had cigarettes where there supposed to be eyes
Hey Butler Yeats, all the Irish seemed wired last night
They tried to separate our girls our guys

They had cigarettes there were supposed to be eyes