Luyện nghe bài hát On The Road To Ruin

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

Yeah, but I know I'm doin'
I'm on the to ruin

Monday mornin' last Friday
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 brownie a-cruin'
I'm on the to ruin

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

needin' shooin'
I'm on the to ruin

blarin', neighbors starin'
Judge's gavel well, I come
Well, I've been rollin' downhill I was ten
My Les livings going to do me in
I get this roller-coaster rifle to a stop
'Cause when I hit the bottom I'm back on top

Big a-brewin'
I'm on the road to ruin