Luyện nghe bài hát Egyptian Cowboy

Strange on a Detroit bridge
I was reaching for the rhythm but it's out of
She was to the Buick
She was cutting the with bleach
And she to me

There's no thing as an Egyptian cowboy
Your pretty can't help 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 and such
Cuz everybody here said I won't to much
here said I won't amount to much
When I go from point A to point B I thrills and
and blood to spill

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

These songs don't themselves
I've got a workshop run by elves
Making of records by the twelves
Stocking our product on Ikea

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

Baby, that's the of the years going 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 and she took a stab
And she to me

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

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

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