Luyện nghe bài hát Pueblo

One trial down in County
Ladies always turn up to watch fall
And the hands bind you
They you like you want to be broken

But the land is comin',
comin' up golden
Gold and streaks

When you hit
You buy sand
In the land
Don't say what to make 'em

got take it off my wrists
Jacob, you up my wrists
Jacob, you move you move
You don't move, you move

I want a cigarette
All those trials and they try to do
While wondering why we're insane
Damn land won't you?