Luyện nghe bài hát Meat off the Bone

I've been waitin' on a cold to trample this sun
I've callin' my mama on the telephone
I've been cookin' lots of chicken on the stove
And pulin' right off the bone

I've been letters of sorrow home
been hurtin' daily and sleepin' long
I've been eatin' lots of and getting' mighty stoned
And pullin' meat off the bone.

(Bridge)
Ain't asked myself, how did it get way
But I ask myself, I ain't got much to say
I'm just a'cookin' and eatin' crow
And pullin' right off the bone.

(Instrumental break)

We no preacher to marry our son
Our daughters have no faith in a home
How shall we live now that God is
just meat right off the bone.

(Bridge)
Ain't asked myself, how did it get way
But when I ask myself, I ain't got to say
I'm just a'cookin' chicken and crow
And pullin' meat off the bone.

I'm pullin' meat off the bone.