Luyện nghe bài hát Maximum Firepower

This one's for the shoeshine boy and the farmer in
Each string is barbed wire, each is a threat
This blues guy I met that had a hit
Said, You don't be loud, son, to be heavy as shit

Well, I'm the triggerman, baby, tonight I'll
this machine here, well, it kills fascists too
And don't be surprised if the on the Mount'
The next time is delivered in a little house

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

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

You'll a fake passport and fix your disguise
And don't fire, sugar, 'til you see the whites of eyes
I turned the other but now I'm through
The you're in makes choices for you

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

You got fine friends but one of 'em's rotten
There's a hole out back, ain't got no
days in the wilderness, forty sleepless nights
I'm confused, blind and sure I'm right

There's a lonely stretch of blacktop between and home
Drop down into the valley, piano playin' in the 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, this song
Now I had my about what I knew
So I it up and then it sounded true

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

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

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

There's a lonely stretch of 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 in the backseat 'cause he knows it too

The strikes the hour, tonight we ride
The clock strikes the hour, tonight we
The clock strikes the hour, we ride
You've got three more to choose sides