Luyện nghe bài hát Egyptian Cowboy

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

There's no thing as an Egyptian cowboy
Your pretty haircut can't 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 I won't amount to much
When I go from point A to B I want thrills and
Chills and blood to

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

These songs write themselves
I've got a music run by elves
Making of records by the twelves
Stocking our 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 bar stool just waiting to die.
Three cheers to me, here's mud in eye.
I said, "Cheers to me, here's mud in eye"
She came to close out my tab, so I was and she took a stab
And she to me

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

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

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