Luyện nghe bài hát On The Road To Ruin

Strange woman, bed
Thor's hammer poundin' in my
Six straight double shots of high-grade malt
And my is tastin' dryer than table salt

Yeah, but I know what I'm
I'm on the road to

mornin' last Friday night
Well I had the feelin' everything was
Here I am in with the love of my life
Hopin' she don't cut me with no butcher

I got brownie points
I'm on the road to

Sun blindin', teeth
Ears burnin', stomach
Well, commin' and the winter's gone
I am still sleepin' with my blue jeans on
Well I had it till I lost my job
Now I'm out here casin' out joint to rob

Baby's needin'
I'm on the road to

blarin', neighbors starin'
Judge's gavel well, I come
Well, I've been downhill since I was ten
My Les Paul livings to do me in
I can't get this rifle to a stop
'Cause when I hit the bottom I'm back on top

Big ideas
Well I'm on the to ruin