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 with
And she to me

There's no such thing as an Egyptian
Your pretty haircut help you now, boy
nothing we can do for you unless you're willing to kill
Hey, on and kill.

I think this city could have used a touch
As I'm wading the toxic waste and such
Cuz everybody here said I won't to much
here said I won't amount to much
When I go point A to point B I want thrills and
Chills and to spill

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

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

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

Baby, that's the sound of the years by
You can me on the same bar stool just waiting to die.
Three 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

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

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

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