Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Tooth

The air is turning cold
It's a in a brothel for the third time
The gold tooth of a man
A white in a purse down at the bottom of the sea

The day is turning outside
All aspiration down in the street
A pro in the with a red-moon sky
The drag of patience on a celibate cigar

The light is getting hot
a butcher in the slaughterhouse smiling
A mule with a and a swagger in his step
Ratboy in the corner a leak against the wall

My heart is turning inside
Stealing from the shaking bells at the door
A hand in a of creosote
Rusty junkyard nails sticking straight up the floor

The breath has away from this house
a dog in the car in the winter
A window in a hurricane
A exploding down in the cellar, by the jars

My dream will come to this house
It's a kid who refuses to up
A sheep dog playing with 84
A fast, red in a sixteen-car garage

Let me keep my gold
Let me my gold tooth