Luyện nghe bài hát Egyptian Cowboy

Strange raves on a Detroit
I was reaching for the rhythm but 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 cowboy
Your haircut can't help you now, boy
There's nothing we can do for you you're willing to kill
Hey, on and kill.

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

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

These songs write themselves
I've got a music workshop run by
Making dozens of records by the
our product on Ikea shelves

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

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

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

My songs are pies,
Fresh 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

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