Luyện nghe bài hát Sacred Cowboys

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

With a of irony, everyone you see
Is their illusions
a dive, or sink, or swim
But in the end in the same pollution
In your world, is swift
The nonsense list is all you need to
In the land of dreams, you the right connections
you'll be the hero...ecstasy
The cult of 'me' our institutions
You can live forever with a grave that
Where people to function
You can the saviors of our culture
circling overhead my sky
Like the sin of won't set you free
(but betty can help you try)

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

But is our john wayne?
Where's our sacred cowboy
are the indians on the hill?
There's no indians to kill

People die oxygen
And all their money afford a breath
starving everywhere
And staring in the face of
Prostitutes and
Lying in their bed
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 people crap and them eat it

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

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

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

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

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