Luyện nghe bài hát Miracle Mile

I was caught in a bad dream I was locked out on
I got stuck in the slipstream until I lucked out for
In the sky behind this club I saw her face rise
It didn't want to lose it on that 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 fucked in his
He got shot out on A while sucking on some slut's tongue
He would dress up like a just to get lucky once in a while
I didn't want to lose it on that miracle

But then we 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 bags that he needed to stay warm
He couldn't even walk, we found him crawling in a garbage
I want to lose it on that miracle mile

But we met even greater 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 a mirage, we hallucinated freely
Huddled on the tile
And I didn't want to it on that miracle mile

But six hundred dollars later we were still bad coffee
Couldn't sleep stomachs were full of grease
Well I called her up there was freezing on the line
Did she me, could she throw me with a strong breeze from behind?
Oh, no and no again, no fucking shit a smile
And I didn't to lose it on that 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
Until I blacked out God