Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. My Go

Hip-pocket at the ready
Step-light by the glass, yeah
Honey, what's that nail in my head?
Just a minute ago I was from a saddle
Yeah, I got a spur and a horse shooting from a saddle

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

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

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

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

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