Luyện nghe bài hát Devil On The Radio

I've up in a gutter
I've up in a bed
I've up in the county jail
let me tell you 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 cheap
Got in a fistfight there with a man from
and I let him win, yea yea yea let him win
He stunk more a pound of swiss, all showin off for his little miss

I bought a pound of grass a reknowned Sioux
He aint seen the TV 1892
and the truth, do do do do you dig
better tell him what you want he hates the 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

Devil comes over the
says my are numbered, got 3 to go
and I that lying son-of-a-bitch
wants me to get my so my soul is his
Still gonna do whatever the day I die
Which might be tomorrow, could be
oh baby I say that my love is gone
it don't I don't wanna play you a song, but..

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

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