Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Siegal

I all my money in a Mexican whorehouse
Across the street a catholic church
And then I off my revolver
And I buttoned up my burgundy

I the morning in the back
my red wings on
I told the sun he'd better go down
And if I can a book of matches
I'm goin' to burn hotel down

You got to tell me captain
Why are the wicked so
How do the get to sleep
When the leaves the porch light on

Well, I dropped thirty grand on the nugget
I had to my ass on Fremont Street
And the drummer said sanctuary
at the Baghdad room

And now one for the money
Two for the
to get ready, and go man go
I said, "Tell me Mr.
How do I get out of here?"

Well, knocked out on a bottle of heat
Drivin' curves across the dirty sheets
He said, "Man you to see her
When her are gone
Man you ought to hear her the siren's on"

I said, tell me captain
Why are the wicked so
How do the Angels get to
When the Devil leaves the light on

Don't you know ain't no broken bottle
That I up in my headlights
On the other of the Nevada line
they live hard die young
And have a good lookin' corpse every

Well, you the pit-boss
Said I should movin'
is where you go when you die
And so I a black beauty
And I her right between the eyes

Well, Willard's knocked out on a of heat
Drivin' dangerous curves across the sheets
He said, "When the bitches up
And her parents are
Man you ought to her when the siren's on"

I said, me brave captain
Why are the wicked so
How do the Angels get to
the Devil leaves the porch light on

I all my money in a Mexican whorehouse
Across the street a catholic church
And then I wiped off my
And I up my burgundy shirt

I shot the morning in the
my red wings on
I told the sun he'd better go back
And if I can find a book of
I'm goin' to burn hotel down

And now it's one for the
Two for the
to get ready, and go man go
I said, "Tell me Mr.
How do I get out of here?"