Luyện nghe bài hát Sacred Cowboys

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

With a of irony, everyone you see
Is chasing their
a dive, or sink, or swim
But in the end you're in the same
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 of 'me' provides 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 things you needed
You can sell people and make them eat it

But is our john wayne?
Where's our cowboy 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 in the face of death
and politicians
Lying in bed together
You can be the savior of the
Making up the to open up the back door...

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

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

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

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

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

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