Luyện nghe bài hát Egyptian Cowboy

Strange on a Detroit bridge
I was reaching for the rhythm but out of reach
She was to the Buick
She was the tequila with bleach
And she to me

There's no such thing as an Egyptian
Your pretty haircut help you now, boy
There's nothing we can do for you unless you're to kill
Hey, on and kill.

I think this city could have a woman's touch
As I'm wading through the toxic waste and
Cuz here said I won't amount to much
Everybody here said I won't amount to
When I go from A to point B I want thrills and
and blood to spill

But there's never any on the people mover -
Public transit equivalent of Herbert
You're never gonna get anywhere you're standing still
still!

These songs don't themselves
got a music workshop run by elves
Making of records by the twelves
our product on Ikea shelves

Let me
My of mind, mind, mind
Is fine.

Baby, that's the sound of the going by
You can find me on the bar stool just waiting to die.
Three cheers to me, mud in your eye.
I said, "Cheers to me, mud in your eye"
She came to close out my tab, so I was and she took a stab
And she to me

There's no thing as an electric tuba
The River's not a good place to scuba
The only reason you're here today is cuz we you to kill
Yeah, kill!

My are tasty pies,
Fresh and filled with lies
Gobbled up by the dozen by Neanderthal
Inhaling the aroma of Canadian
Oh my, why you got a lot of problems, don't you?

that tambourine!
Shake shaker machine!
it, low.
it, high.
it.
it.