Luyện nghe bài hát Egyptian Cowboy

Strange raves on a bridge
I was for the rhythm but it's out of reach
She was to the Buick
She was cutting the tequila with
And she to me

There's no thing as an Egyptian cowboy
Your pretty can't help you now, boy
There's nothing we can do for you unless willing to kill
Hey, on and kill.

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

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

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

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

Baby, the sound of the years 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 troubled and she took a
And she to me

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

My songs are pies,
oven-baked and filled with lies
Gobbled up by the by Neanderthal guys
the aroma of Canadian lies
Oh my, why you got quite a lot of problems, don't

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