Luyện nghe bài hát Miracle Mile

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

But we at CBGB on a 4th of July 3 a.m.
Sound man to kill us then
He was out on Ex-Lax, he was fucked in his lungs
He got shot out on A while sucking on some slut's tongue
He would dress up like a whore just to get lucky once in a
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 in his pants, he had a needle in his arm
He just stole a couple sleeping that he needed to stay warm
He couldn't even walk, we found him in a garbage pile
I didn't want to it on that miracle mile

But we met with even greater in the Armpit of the Americas
Four dumb hicks 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 it on that miracle mile

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

But the was set for tension so I cried 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 stuck in the until I blacked out
Until I out thank God