Luyện nghe bài hát Egyptian Cowboy

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

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

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

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

These songs don't write
I've got a music run by elves
dozens of records by the twelves
Stocking our 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 waiting to die.
cheers to me, here's mud in your eye.
I said, "Cheers to me, mud in your 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 reason you're here today is cuz we need you to kill
Yeah, kill!

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

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