Luyện nghe bài hát Sacred Cowboys

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

With a sense of irony, you see
Is chasing illusions
a dive, or sink, or swim
But in the end in the same pollution
In your world, escape is
The list is all you need to know
In the of dreams, you make the right connections
you'll be the hero...ecstasy
The cult of provides our institutions
You can forever with a grave that stands
Where people used to
You can the saviors of our culture
Vultures overhead my sky
Like the sin of won't set you free
(but ford can help you try)

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

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

People die with
And all their money afford a breath
starving everywhere
And staring in the face of
and politicians
Lying in bed together
You can be the of the poor
Making up the policies to up the back door...

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

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

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

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

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

Where is our wayne?
our sacred cowboy now?
Where are the indians on the
no indians left to...