Luyện nghe bài hát Golden Age of Leather

Raise your can of beer on high and your fate forever
Our best years past us by, the golden age of leather

This was the night not long to in the year of our Lord A.D
in a desert way-house poised on the brink of eternity
Four and ninety studded closed the knot of honor
As only drunken can

And passed from man to man, a wanton to dead to care
That would find his pleasure as he might
For this fantastic night was billed as nothing less the end of an age
A last crusade, a final in this day of flaccid plumage

And there was worn no but leather
Made supple by years of stinging
And here seen, the scars of age
For age had been the call for one last night together

Dawn colored the sky, the ritual
Some had died, they were with their bikes
Each a rag from a man with a sack
Torn strips of color, the red and the

I cam willingly and I will go down valiantly
We a vow to give it all we had to give
We made a vow to die as we had

flew the colors, they began to fight
They flailed at each like bugs at a light
Bodies and bikes beyond
The of oil and gas in the air

Then the wind the desert with a giant hand
And the humans and the Harley's caught the shifting
The old weathered the storm
And he topped the rise by the of morn
He saw dunes, calm and surreal
And a glint of a solitary shaft of chromium

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