Luyện nghe bài hát Song's The Same

Played out and laid out in triangle town
tied and battered
By the of sound
Give me a and Ill strike up a pose
Packed
Into my loose fitting clothes
The DJ rocks, his drops
on a dead end street
The tattooed girls are
To the beat
Any night
And they would be safe at
Piercing parts and deconstructing Suicide poems
The songs the
How you listen
Makes all the in the world
But I aint saying different
From anything youve heard
Ten gallon hat, three inch
And boot cut
Quarterback
Coaching line teams
Ill bet they really do have to mend
Choking the
On some old Benz
A buckskin
Does a honky-tonk pli
She a dollar from the fingers
Of a badly drawn
A is signed in sawdust,
Two new retreat
On down the trailer park
To hillbilly
Just another culture on urban decay
Theres extra college
If youre for the day
Dont mind the rats- live here too
Theyll bite your feet and steal food
We shower under pipes
Im sorry- wish it wasnt
The junkies on the side
Hang out by the
The and the going
Only to their pain
Years ago theyd guessed
grow up to be weeks from death
How sad to see that is measured
by breathe
A dozen scooters
outside
A and steel welcome mat
To an dive
The beer is cold, the whiskeys
The whole place smells like
On the jukebox Allen Coe sings Panheads Forever
The people in this
Come in to unwind
twelve long hours of sweat
On the line
dont dress up like bikers
Cause its the style
people really were
Born to be