Luyện nghe bài hát Miracle Mile

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

But we played at CBGB on a 4th of 3 a.m.
Sound man wanted to us then
He was strung out on Ex-Lax, he was in his lungs
He got shot out on Avenue A while sucking on some slut's
He would dress up like a whore just to get lucky in a while
I want to lose it on that miracle mile

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

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

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

But the stage was set for tension so I cried and I
I drooled and wept and I hit the gas for
I was in a bad dream I was out on the nod
I got stuck in the slipstream I blacked out
Until I blacked out God