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 world, escape is swift
The nonsense is all you need to know
In the land of dreams, you make the right
Then be the hero...ecstasy
The cult of 'me' our institutions
You can live with a grave that stands
people used to function
You can join the of our culture
circling overhead my sky
Like the sin of gluttony set you free
(but ford can help you try)

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

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

People die with
And all money can't afford a breath
People everywhere
And in the face of death
and politicians
Lying in bed together
You can be the savior of the
Making up the to open up the back door...

You can get all the things you never
You can sell people crap and them eat it

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

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

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

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

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