Luyện nghe bài hát Loveless Motel

It used to be a motel, now serve biscuits and T-shirts
I bring my own tea bag, I don't trust the
But the are delicious, they come eight to a plate
With a big block of butter and homemade peach

And I wish you were here, my lover, I'd make you eat grits
And the red-eyed gravy, I'd you sit down with the southern ladies
And their blue pantsuits, I'd about Jesus, talk about the weather
you squirm as I told them we were married with two girls

I'd say you were in trucking and I was a teacher in a school
Where the are good and they don't do drugs and they
themselves before they're married, I wouldn't tell them
You had a wife, wasn't me and we just had sex
And they wouldn't be impressed if I told you knew Lou Reed

And the stars upon the walls look at me like gods
There's Ernest Borgnine and Billy Ray Cyrus and my favorite Pearl

So I go for the coffee, it's not bad just a little
And I ask the waitress for another of the famous biscuits
She said you have a bottomless pit
I said you don't know the of it, lately I've been so hungry

And the stars upon the wall look down at me like
Minnie, she shakes her head
She said, "Girl, get your heart out of the pan"

It used to be a motel, now they serve biscuits and ham
I write you a from the 'Loveless Motel'