Luyện nghe bài hát Maximum Firepower

This one's for the shoeshine boy and the farmer in
Each is barbed wire, each chord is a threat
This blues guy I met never had a hit
Said, You gotta be loud, son, to be heavy as shit

Well, I'm the triggerman, baby, I'll prove
That this machine here, well, it fascists too
And don't be surprised if the 'Sermon on the
The next time is in a little coffee house

'Cause somebody gotta let them know
I doubt it's me but I go
I hit the button, tape to roll
Yeah, the song's got fire, got no soul

a lonely stretch of blacktop between here and home
Drop into the valley, piano playin' in the living room
When you see the white you'll know the journey's through
My dog's barking in the 'cause he knows it too

You'll a fake passport and fix your disguise
And fire, sugar, 'til you see the whites of their eyes
I turned the cheek but now I'm through
The skin in makes choices for you

I was checking off names and I late to dinner
the slices of pie keep getting thinner and thinner
Brothers and sisters, rejoice and
The landlord's dead, you can keep the

You got twelve fine friends but one of rotten
There's a hole out back, got no bottom
Forty in the wilderness, forty sleepless nights
I'm confused, half blind and sure I'm

There's a lonely stretch of blacktop between here and
down into the valley, piano playin' in the living room
When you see the white barn you'll know the through
My barking in the backseat 'cause he knows it too

Officer, please, I be long
Called the radio station, requested song
Now I had my doubts about I knew
So I turned it up and then it true

the ring if the Queen will let you
But over the fence and the dogs will get you
On a rope hung the traitor, on a hook hung the
You and me are missing 'til we're counted in the streets

So the time and storm the tower
And come correct with maximum
For the of the father, the son, he must pay
The giveth and he taketh away

Thought hard about this next line, pretty sure it's
If you take a step towards freedom it'll take two towards you
So, mister, I ain't scared and, mister, I worried
'Cause on that stretch of blacktop I sit as judge and jury

There's a stretch of blacktop between here and home
Drop down the valley, piano playin' in the living room
you see the white barn you know the journey's through
My dog's barking in the backseat he knows it too

The clock strikes the hour, tonight we
The strikes the hour, tonight we ride
The clock strikes the hour, tonight we
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