Luyện nghe bài hát Chicago Seemed Tired Last Night

Nelson came to Paddy at some 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 it might be William Blake

We mix our own mythologies, we them out through PA systems
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 place where you save yourself
If you don't get born again at you'll get high as hell

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

When went up and kissed him
I got sick
I guess I what was coming
I guess I 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 reports and we sic them on the youth
We try out new testaments on the guys sitting next to us in the bars with the 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 faked their way "Fairytale of New York"
the band finished playing we howled out for more

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

They had cigarettes where there were to be eyes