Luyện nghe bài hát I Got A Gig

Eight line machine and a sailor's daughter Somethin' makes 'em crazy growin' up on the water Playin' for my supper six nights a week Hurricanes, Easter and New Years Eve Four tin walls now ain't much left Lookin' like a homeless Cheers on meth Homer's in the corner, breakin' up a fight Good Lord, I hope I get paid tonight I got a gig, baby

Burnt fried chicken and Lone Star
Cops and the kids free 'round here Girl, behind the bar is takin' what she's givin'
Lyin' about her past and to make a livin'
Broke pool table and some hard luck cues Go tell your mama, I done paid my Every one around here knows my name Six nights a week in the neon flame I got a gig, baby I got a gig

There's an old lion tamer parked behind the bar Hundred pounds of weed in a stolen car Oil patch boys and girls who went to college Rules you don't break and that ain't acknowledged Barefoot shrimper with a pistol up his sleeve Some will go to Heaven, some will never leave Pills in the tip jar, blood on the strings Oh Lord, I never thought I'd see these things I got a gig, baby I got a gig

Eight line machine and a sailor's daughter Somethin' makes 'em crazy growin' up on the water I'm playin' for my supper six a week Hurricanes, Easter and New Years Eve I got a gig