Luyện nghe bài hát Egyptian Cowboy

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

There's no such thing as an cowboy
Your pretty can't help you now, boy
There's nothing we can do for you unless you're to kill
Hey, on and kill.

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

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

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

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

Baby, that's the sound of the going 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, mud in your 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 Detroit River's not a place to scuba
The only reason here today is cuz we need you to kill
Yeah, kill!

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

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