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 Butler Yeats, Sunday dance party, summer 1988
At first I thought it might be Blake

We mix our own mythologies, we push out through PA systems
We dictate our doxologies and try to get 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 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 St. Paul mall
But when St. Theresa came to Holly, I even at that party
I'd already moved out to New City

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

We our gospels from gossip and bar talk then we declare them the truth
We salvage our sermons from 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 admit the band's pretty tight

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

had cigarettes where there were supposed to be eyes