Luyện nghe bài hát Chicago Seemed Tired Last Night

Nelson Algren to Paddy at some 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 William

We mix our own mythologies, we push them out PA systems
We dictate our and try to get sleeping kids to sit up and listen
And I'm not saying we save you, but we could put you in a place 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 saint of them all
We met him at some suburban St. mall
But when St. Theresa to Holly, I wasn't even at that party
I'd already moved out to New York

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

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

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

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

They had cigarettes there were supposed to be eyes