Luyện nghe bài hát Egyptian Cowboy

Strange on a Detroit bridge
I was reaching for the rhythm but out of reach
She was to the Buick
She was the tequila with bleach
And she to me

no such thing as an Egyptian cowboy
Your haircut can't help you now, boy
There's we can do for you unless you're willing to kill
Hey, on and kill.

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

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

These songs write 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.
cheers to me, here's 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

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

My are tasty pies,
Fresh oven-baked and filled 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.