Luyện nghe bài hát Miracle Mile

I was caught in a bad dream I was out on love
I got stuck in the slipstream until I out for once
In the sky behind club I saw her face high rise
It didn't want to it on that miracle mile

But we at CBGB on a 4th of July 3 a.m.
Sound man wanted to us then
He was strung out on Ex-Lax, he was in his lungs
He got out on Avenue A while sucking on some slut's tongue
He would dress up like a whore just to get lucky in a while
I didn't to lose it on that miracle mile

But we played at the Knitting Factory for fifteen people
Thirty bucks an' someone broke into the goddamn
He had shit in his pants, he had a in his arm
He just stole a couple sleeping bags that he needed to stay
He couldn't even walk, we him crawling in a garbage pile
I didn't want to it on that miracle mile

But we met with even greater misfortune in the of the Americas
Four hicks from hunger, we got ripped off by these assholes
At a Lee garage, they didn't weld that motherfucking leaf spring
Now those were a mirage, we hallucinated freely
Huddled shivering on the
And I didn't want to it on that miracle mile

But six dollars later we were still drinking bad coffee
Couldn't sleep stomachs were full of grease
Well I called her up long-distance there was on the line
Did she trust me, could she throw me with a strong breeze behind?
Oh, no and no again, no fucking shit a crazy
And I didn't want to lose it on miracle mile

But the stage was set for tension so I and I spit
I and wept and I hit the gas for Pittsburgh
I was in a bad dream I was out on the nod
I got in the slipstream until I blacked out
I blacked out thank God