Luyện nghe bài hát Egyptian Cowboy

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

There's no thing as an Egyptian cowboy
Your haircut can't help you now, boy
There's we can do for you unless you're willing to kill
Hey, on and kill.

I think city could have used a woman's touch
As I'm wading through the toxic and such
Cuz everybody here said I amount to much
Everybody here said I amount to much
I go from point A to point B I want thrills and
Chills and blood to

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

These songs don't write
I've got a music run by elves
Making dozens of records by the
our product 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.
Three cheers to me, mud in your eye.
I said, "Cheers to me, mud in your eye"
She to close out my tab, so I was troubled and she took a stab
And she to me

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

My are tasty pies,
Fresh oven-baked and with lies
Gobbled up by the dozen by guys
the aroma of Canadian lies
Oh my, why you got quite a lot of problems, you?

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