Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme the Keys

Squinting from rays of the sun
in the heart of July
There to perform for of corn
Whose crops stood well foot high
Three remained to the end of the day
We refused vile entreats
Standing our ground, we played for the
the harvester's teeth

Great Plains, scenes
May not be the but, lord, they're mean
And my mind has been shot to hell
The details of that night I remember

Gravel and locust, swore to rope us
We did our to steer straight
and hitch, straight into the ditch
Praying to Jesus and the saints
Despite the violence, sometimes I back
A begins to take hold
Wisdom of sorts is found in due
In the of silver and gold

Great Plains, scenes
May not be the but, lord, they're mean
And though my mind has been shot to
The details of that night I remember

the keys
They can the guarantee
Gimme the
And get the out of dodge

Hey man, we got your
We got your SM-57
dude, why don't you
Try some PMA

bloody butchers, we ran for hours
Then grew into years
Stalked by the fury of John Brown's
And still the hasn't cleared
Despite the mileage, sometimes I back
A nostalgia begins to hold
Wisdom of is found
Of course in rows of and gold

Great Plains, hardcore
May not be the biggest but, lord, mean
And though my has been shot to hell
The details of that I remember well

Gimme the
can keep the guarantee
Gimme the
And get the out of dodge