Luyện nghe bài hát Egyptian Cowboy

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

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

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

But never 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 workshop run by
Making of records by the twelves
Stocking our on Ikea shelves

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

Baby, that's the sound of the going by
You can find me on the bar stool just waiting to die.
cheers to me, here's mud in your eye.
I said, "Cheers to me, mud in your 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 tuba
The Detroit not a good place to scuba
The only reason you're here is cuz we need you to kill
Yeah, kill!

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

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