Luyện nghe bài hát Chicago Seemed Tired Last Night

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

We mix our own mythologies, we push out through PA systems
We dictate our doxologies and try to get sleeping kids to sit up and
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 again at 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

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

We gather our gospels from gossip and bar talk then we declare 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
if you don't get converted tonight, you gotta admit the band's pretty tight

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

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

They had cigarettes where there supposed to be eyes