Luyện nghe bài hát Sacred Cowboys

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

With a sense of irony, you see
Is their illusions
Take a dive, or sink, or
But in the end in the same pollution
In world, escape is swift
The nonsense list is all you need to
In the land of dreams, you make the 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 gluttony won't set you
(but betty ford can you try)

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

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

People die with
And all their can't afford a breath
People everywhere
And staring in the of death
Prostitutes and
in their bed together
You can be the savior of the
Making up the policies to up the back door...

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

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

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

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

is no 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?
are the indians on the hill?
There's no left to...