Luyện nghe bài hát Egyptian Cowboy

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

There's no such thing as an Egyptian
Your pretty haircut help you now, boy
There's nothing we can do for you unless willing to kill
Hey, on and kill.

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

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

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

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

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

There's no such thing as an electric
The Detroit River's not a place to scuba
The only 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 by Neanderthal guys
the aroma of Canadian lies
Oh my, why you got quite a lot of problems, you?

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