Luyện nghe bài hát Egyptian Cowboy

Strange raves on a bridge
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

There's no thing as an Egyptian cowboy
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 here said I won't amount to
Everybody here I won't amount to much
When I go from point A to point B I thrills and
Chills and to spill

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

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

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

Baby, that's the of the years going by
You can find me on the same bar 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 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 only reason you're here today is cuz we need you to
Yeah, kill!

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

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