Luyện nghe bài hát Loveless Motel

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

And I you were here, my arrogant 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 talk about Jesus, talk about the
Watch you squirm as I told them we were married two girls

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

So I go for the coffee, it's not bad a little weak
And I ask the waitress for plate of the famous biscuits
She said you must a bottomless pit
I said you know the half of it, lately I've been so hungry

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

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