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 county
let me tell you you're better off
if you knew, do do do do you now
100 miles an all through the night, yo officer I'm being polite

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

I a pound of grass from 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 white man but money uh huh

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

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

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

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