Luyện nghe bài hát Sixshooter

Lost my mind on a on LSD
And in downtown demons haunted me
Almost drank myself to in Malaysia
And in a Paris cafe one dressed like a geisha

And in Rochester my best friend started to
But a demon doctor him pills for it all
We were praying to God to and forgive
But a candyman spread over Tel-Aviv

, sixshooter
Don't it all on me

And the scythemen demons wearing black capes
Appearing everytime I to escape
They were eating raw meat from plates
And their feet to the roaring V8

A sixshooter in a six-geared car
On the floor in a rotating bar
With all hell's and a Vodka Martini
And a hooker in a stolen Lamborghini

Don't it all on me

And the demon's burned a crooked spoon
In a plastic, fantastic oxygen
On a pharao trip as kings
Rotten, before the fat lady sings

And a red sun over a pay clinic
And I would eat more often than three a week
The healing and soothing myrrh I'll
Fight the demons to hell I fucking die

And the demon smiled as the circle
And in my whisky sour the grinned
I was rolling another hundred dollar
And cleaning my nose for the ultimate

Sixshooter ,
Don't it all on me