Luyện nghe bài hát On The Road To Ruin

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

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

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

I got points a-cruin . . .
Im on the to ruin

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Sun . . .
grindin . . .
Ears . . .
Stomach . . .
Well, Summers commin and the winters
I am still sleepin with my blue jeans on
Well I had it goin till I my job
Now Im out here out some joint to rob

Babys needin . . .
Im on the road to

[Guitar

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

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