Luyện nghe bài hát Loveless Motel

It used to be a motel, now they serve biscuits and
I bring my own tea bag, I trust the coffee
But the are delicious, they come eight to a plate
a big block of butter and homemade peach preserves

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

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

And the stars the walls look down 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 weak
And I ask the waitress for another of the famous biscuits
She said you must have a pit
I said you don't know the half of it, lately been so hungry

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

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