Luyện nghe bài hát On The Road To Ruin

Strange . . .
Bed . . .
Thors hammer in my head
Six straight double shots of high-grade malt
And my is tastin dryer than table salt (a popcorn fart)

Yeah, but I what Im doin . . .
Im on the road to

mornin . . .
Last Friday . . .
I had the feelin everything was alright
Here I am in trouble with the love of my
she dont cut me with no butcher knife

I got brownie points . . .
Im on the road to

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Sun . . .
Teeth . . .
burnin . . .
turnin . . .
Well, Summers commin and the gone
Here I am still sleepin with my jeans on
I had it goin till I lost my job
Now Im out here casin out some to rob

Babys shooin . . .
Im on the road to

[Guitar

Sirens . . .
Neighbors . . .
Judges . . .
Well, I come . . .
Well, Ive rollin downhill since I was ten
My Les livins going to do me in
I cant get this roller-coaster to a stop
Cause I hit the bottom Im right back on top

Big a-brewin . . .
Well Im on the to ruin