Luyện nghe bài hát Egyptian Cowboy

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

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

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

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

These songs don't themselves
I've got a music run by elves
Making dozens of 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 same bar stool waiting to die.
Three cheers to me, mud in your eye.
I said, "Cheers to me, here's mud in eye"
She came to out my tab, so I was troubled and she took a stab
And she to me

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

My songs are 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?

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