Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme the Keys

Squinting from rays of the sun
Deep in the heart of
There to perform for children of
Whose crops stood well twelve high
Three remained to the end of the day
We their vile entreats
Standing our ground, we for the ears
the harvester's teeth

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

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

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

Gimme the
They can keep the
the keys
And get the hell out of

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

Through bloody butchers, we ran for
Then grew into years
Stalked by the fury of Brown's eyes
And still the storm cleared
Despite the mileage, sometimes I back
A nostalgia begins to take
of sorts is found
Of course in rows of silver and

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

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