Luyện nghe bài hát On The Road To Ruin

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

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

Monday . . .
Friday night . . .
Well I had the everything was alright
Here I am in trouble with the love of my
Hopin she cut me with no butcher knife

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

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

Babys shooin . . .
Im on the road to

[Guitar

Sirens . . .
Neighbors . . .
gavel . . .
Well, I come . . .
Well, Ive been downhill since I was ten
My Les Paul going to do me in
I cant get this roller-coaster rifle to a
Cause when I hit the bottom Im back on top

Big ideas . . .
Im on the road to ruin