Luyện nghe bài hát Devil On The Radio

I've up in a gutter
woken up in a bed
I've woken up in the jail
let me you you're better off dead
if you knew, do do do do you now
100 miles an hour all the night, yo officer I'm being polite

Livin in Reno, staying in a motel
Got in a fistfight there with a man louisville
and I let him win, yea yea yea let him win
He stunk than a pound of swiss, all showin off for his little miss

I bought a pound of grass a reknowned Sioux
He aint the TV since 1892
and the truth, do do do do you dig
better tell him what you want he the white man but money talks uh huh

I met a woman of LA
I ordered whiskey she fillet
and I paid, do do do do you me
kissin with bourbon lips the more you drink the more you piss and

comes over the radio
says my are numbered, got 3 to go
and I know that son-of-a-bitch
wants me to get my kicks so my is his
Still do whatever till the day I die
might be tomorrow, could be tonight
oh baby when I say that my love is
it don't mean I wanna play you a song, but..

*..x3 minusing a day each time and up..*

Devil comes the radio
says my are up, its time to go
and I know that son-of-a-bitch
is here to take me from this...