Luyện nghe bài hát Miracle Mile

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

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

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

But we met with even misfortune in the Armpit of the Americas
Four dumb 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 want to lose it on that miracle mile

But six dollars 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 with a strong breeze from
Oh, no and no again, no shit a crazy smile
And I didn't want to lose it on that 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 caught in a bad I was out on the nod
I got stuck in the slipstream until I out
Until I blacked out God