Luyện nghe bài hát Old Spur Line

The in the details,
And your reverend's retail.
Your soul's in this world of stone, you'll find
So can you do,
You wery Jew?
Well, every road leads to the South for ya this time.
Yeah, all lead home.
But not the ramshackle tracks down Sheenan Road.
Don't go down that crooked Old Spur Line
Yeah, tread ye not down the dirty rotten Old Line.

Two railroads in a yellow wildwood.
It's meat, poppin' dents in your hood.
It's a mortal coil of vines,
around the egdes hangs a red-soaked sky.
Dryrotted, woodentheet-like
Suckin' up the muck in the down the side.
Don't ye go down that crooked Old Spur Line.
Tread ye not down the rotten Old Spur Line.

Hear the greasy, greasy
on a bowesaw.
She says "Do as thou wilt shall be of my law."
Well, she her eyes.
And she her tees.
And she pokin' with a stick, you swinging in the breese.
Well, ya what she said.
Ya got rocks in your
And hear banjo's to f#DEAD.
Don't go pokin' the crooked Old Spur Line.

See po' 'Rithmethic, the dog run.
He puts three and he carries the one.
And Snitch paintin' pants on the thighs
Of the little naked on a barbeque sign.
People ain't in the head down there.
Do a about face for ye best beware.
Tread ye not down the crooked Old Line.

Trek down the and it's at your own peril.
The are all fallow and the beasts are all feral.
Dead cows in the of the Live Oak trees,
Left to rot when the water recedes.
No progress is and the buildings tumble down.
And the only thing that are the gullies all around.
Tread ye not down the dirty rotten Old Line.