Luyện nghe bài hát Egyptian Cowboy

Strange on a Detroit bridge
I was for the rhythm but it's out of reach
She was talking to the
She was the tequila with bleach
And she to me

There's no such thing as an Egyptian
Your haircut can't 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 used a touch
As I'm wading through the toxic and such
Cuz everybody 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 people on the mover -
Public transit equivalent of Herbert
You're never get anywhere because you're standing still
still!

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

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

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

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

My are tasty pies,
Fresh and filled with lies
Gobbled up by the by Neanderthal guys
Inhaling the aroma of Canadian
Oh my, why you got quite a lot of problems, you?

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