Luyện nghe bài hát Egyptian Cowboy

Strange raves on a Detroit
I was reaching for the rhythm but out of reach
She was talking to the
She was cutting the tequila with
And she to me

no such 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 this city could used a woman's touch
As I'm wading through the toxic and such
Cuz everybody here I won't amount to much
Everybody here I won't amount to much
I go from point A to point B I want thrills and
Chills and blood to

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

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

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 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 you're here is cuz we need you to kill
Yeah, kill!

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

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