Luyện nghe bài hát Skid Row

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

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

Send me y'r greetings, sweet love
me if I need to be heaven above
Y'r socalled friends just drain y'r
to be a in conversation

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

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

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