Luyện nghe bài hát Sacred Cowboys

(woo, hey)
Mira, mira, mira, andale, andale, yeah-ow!

With a of irony, everyone you see
Is chasing illusions
a dive, or sink, or swim
But in the end in the same pollution
In your world, escape is
The nonsense is all you need to know
In the land of dreams, you make the connections
you'll be the hero...ecstasy
The of 'me' provides our institutions
You can live forever with a grave that
Where people used to
You can the saviors of our culture
Vultures circling my sky
the sin of gluttony won't set you free
(but ford can help you try)

You can get all the things you needed
You can sell people crap and them eat it

But is our john wayne?
Where's our cowboy now?
Where are the indians on the
no indians left to kill

People die oxygen
And all their money can't afford a
starving everywhere
And staring in the of death
Prostitutes and
Lying in bed together
You can be the savior of the
up the policies to open up the back door...

You can get all the you never needed
You can sell crap and make them eat it

Where is our john
Where's our cowboys now?
Where are the on the hill?
There's no indians to kill

is our john wayne?
Where's our sacred now?
Where are the on the hill?
There's no indians left to

You can get all the things you needed
You can sell people crap and make eat it
Eat it

There is no wayne
Where's our sacred cowboys
Where are the indians on the
There's no left to kill

is our john wayne?
Where's our sacred now?
are the indians on the hill?
There's no left to...