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 cutting the with bleach
And she to me

There's no such thing as an Egyptian
Your pretty haircut can't you now, boy
There's nothing we can do for you unless you're willing to
Hey, on and kill.

I think this city could have used a touch
As I'm wading through the toxic waste and
Cuz everybody said I won't amount to much
Everybody here said I 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 mover -
Public transit equivalent of Herbert
never gonna get anywhere because you're standing still
still!

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

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

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

There's no such thing as an electric
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 songs are 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 shaker machine!
it, low.
it, high.
it.
it.