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 you're in the pollution
In your world, 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 forever with a grave stands
Where people used to
You can the saviors 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 never
You can sell people crap and them eat it

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

People die oxygen
And all their money can't a breath
starving everywhere
And staring in the face of
and politicians
Lying in their bed
You can be the of the poor
Making up the policies to open up the door...

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

Where is our wayne?
Where's our sacred now?
are the indians on the hill?
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 kill

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

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

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