Luyện nghe bài hát Skid Row

The swiftest fingers play for
the best are up in minds
The sweetest come down to connin
buy no truth of any kind

Senile mothers woo their spittin'
hunky husbands their pounds of flesh
the sung song is sixteens tons
only trash is good for

Send me y'r greetings, sweet love
commend me if I need to be above
Y'r socalled friends drain y'r brain
to be a star in

the trap rows on Lover's Lane are
only meant to keep you on
Shoot y'r & shoot y'r stinkin' lip
you find no way to score a hit

try now to prove y'r hip
you're end up the final stupid flip
me your greetings, sweet sweet love
commend me if I need to be heaven

but leave me, please me
the scum & the junkies
on row, where all names are delusive
row, where all pain is exclusive
Row