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

no such thing as an Egyptian 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 have used a woman's touch
As I'm wading the toxic waste and such
Cuz everybody said I won't amount to much
here said I won't amount to much
When I go from point A to point B I want and
Chills and blood to

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

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

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, here's mud in eye"
She came to close out my tab, so I was troubled and she took a
And she to me

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

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

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