Luyện nghe bài hát Same In The End

Down in Mississippi where the sun beats down the sky
They give it up and they give it up and give it up but they never ask why
was a rollin', rollin' stone, oh
He rolled away one day and he came home

It ain't hard to
This ain't Hitler's master
it takes to be a man
Ooh, in my mind, in my
I roll it over like a steamin' freight
It ain't hard to

You only see you want to believe
When you light up in the back those tricks up your sleeve
That mean I can't hang
The day that I die will be the day I

my mouth and put down my guitar
Sunday morning hold down at the bar
Get down on your and start to pray
Oh, my itchy rash will go away

up y'all, it ain't me
Kentucky Fried is all that I see
a hellified way to start your day
If I make you cry all
Me and daddy are gonna have a fight
It ain't personal, it me

I only am you told me to be
I'm a backward ass hillbilly, I'm dick
You know I lie, I get
I'm a thief in the dark, I'm a machine

I'm a rectified ass son of a bitch
on my ass and it makes me itch
I can see for and miles and miles, oh
My heart makes me smile

In my mind, in my
I go and go completely insane
It ain't personal, it me
If I make you cry I
Be daddy at the end of the night
a load from my big gun

You only see what you to believe
When you from the back I got tricks up my sleeve
the Devils best friend
Makes no difference all the same in the end