Luyện nghe bài hát Crew Nights

Tear it down in double time
To get the 'A' truck shifted midnight
The locker rooms are empty but the strobo
Still spin their pitching lights

And someone a yellow pass
out precise directions as to where and when

And here am I a drumstick
While young girls set to rendezvous and be recognized
is an off day
'Be in by Thursday' is the only law

There's a down at the hotel
Reserved for making with connecting doors
The lighting man's improvised a bar
And printed invitations to the

Off-duty cops line corridors wearing tour T-shirts
And the band may call

nights, no flashlights or folding knives
Best boots and road suits and nine

Feeling it might be wrong to
belong to the P.A. man
Some angel from the is regretting being
with no suntan

His polaroid is
The head is rapping on the gates of dawn
Sitting lonely with a beer
The girl with dental braces wishes that she hadn't

nights, no bar fights or Reader's Wives
Thin and late calls and nine lives

Crew nights, no flashlights or folding
boots and road suits and nine lives