Luyện nghe bài hát Sacred Cowboys

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

With a sense of irony, you see
Is chasing their
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 to know
In the land of dreams, you make the right
you'll be the hero...ecstasy
The cult of 'me' our institutions
You can live forever with a grave stands
Where used to function
You can the saviors of our culture
Vultures overhead my sky
the sin of gluttony won't set you free
(but betty ford can you try)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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