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
Take a dive, or sink, or
But in the end in the same pollution
In world, escape is swift
The nonsense is all you need to know
In the of dreams, you make the right connections
you'll be the hero...ecstasy
The cult of 'me' provides our
You can live with a grave that stands
Where used to function
You can the saviors of our culture
Vultures circling 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 people crap and them eat it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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