Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. My Go

Hip-pocket at the ready
downed by the glass, yeah
Honey, what's that doing in my head?
a minute ago I was shooting from a saddle
Yeah, I got a spur and a high shooting from a saddle

Oh Im knee deep in salt and grease
Whipping the leather with a toothed crack
All the words are candy, rot out my
a nail twisting front hot here
Nail twisting hot front up to

He didnt know this is nothing like waste
The smell of my youth in a brown paper
I'm shake it night and throw it in the oven
Just throw it in the
You can warm it up soft it was a day old
Or as and hard like a coroner's wife

And I look in the rear mirror
With the headlights up there
into wax, ice and candy cigarettes
In vampire teeth and black-eyed
Vampire and black-eyed snowmen

It's a hundred degrees, my boots are soaked to the
Covered in aberration, souls are holes, yeah, in a frame
And are holes, its in the frame of a
Picture of a hanging on a wall
of a madman hanging on a red wall

Down the hall on the right, all night, paces Mr. My Go
Are you ready? hit that man
Let us hit, lets do this, lets hit man
Well, let's that neighbors that never come home
From a costume ball no one to alone
Man, let's the neighbors that never come home
Gone to the costume ball no one to alone