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 you're in the pollution
In world, escape is swift
The list is all you need to know
In the land of dreams, you make the connections
Then be the hero...ecstasy
The of 'me' provides our institutions
You can live forever with a that stands
Where people to function
You can join the of our culture
Vultures circling my sky
Like the sin of gluttony set you free
(but betty 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 john
our sacred cowboy now?
Where are the on the hill?
There's no left to kill

People die oxygen
And all their money afford a breath
People starving
And staring in the of death
and politicians
Lying in their bed
You can be the savior of the
up the policies to open up the back door...

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

Where is our 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 indians on the
There's no indians left to

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

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

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