Luyện nghe bài hát Egyptian Cowboy

Strange on a Detroit bridge
I was reaching for the rhythm but it's out of
She was to the Buick
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 nothing we can do for you you're willing to kill
Hey, on and kill.

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

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

These songs write themselves
got a music workshop run by elves
Making dozens of by the twelves
Stocking our 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 just waiting to die.
Three cheers to me, here's mud in eye.
I said, "Cheers to me, mud in your eye"
She came to out my tab, so I was troubled and she took a stab
And she to me

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

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

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