Luyện nghe bài hát Meet Me In The Dollar Bin

Dead tired. dry. Admired, till I-
make with the batteries, bad day at the cannery.
They're making a mess of me. Best left by history.
I grab mic and spike it to the ground, the lightning's bad but at least it's not loud.
The lighting's bad- the band see the crowd so I'm coming down.

There is no incident, there's nothing incidental in song.
There is no accident, there's nothing accidental in song.
There's no coincidence, nothing coincidental in this song.

Dead tired. dry. Admired, till I-
I grab this mic and spike it to the ground, the lightning's bad but at least not loud.
The lighting's bad- the band see the crowd so I'm coming down.

Meet me in the dollar bin, a band I once was in,
haven't done much since.
This is no coincidence- been rubbing off our prints covered up with phony skins
this in has worn so thin that you can see the beat within.
Born fat or flat chested, the of us tested.
We passed and we passed, we passed out we could.
We got old, but we got good and we did all we we would.