Luyện nghe bài hát Song's The Same

Played out and laid out in this triangle
Tongue tied and
By the of sound
Give me a minute and Ill up a pose
tight
Into my loose designer clothes
The DJ rocks, his drops
Salvation on a dead end
The tattooed girls are
To the factory
Any other
And they would be at home
Piercing body parts and Suicide poems
The songs the
How hard you
all the difference in the world
But I aint saying anything
From anything youve already
Ten gallon hat, inch heels
And boot cut
Quarterback
line dancing teams
Ill bet really do have fences to mend
Choking the
On some old Benz
A ballerina
Does a honky-tonk pli
She a dollar from the fingers
Of a badly toupee
A is signed in sawdust,
Two new lovers
On down the trailer boardwalk
To beach
another culture built on urban decay
Theres extra college
If youre for the day
Dont mind the rats- live here too
bite your feet and steal your food
We under broken pipes
Im sorry- wish it true
The junkies on the side
Hang out by the
The coming and the
adds to their pain
Years ago theyd guessed
Theyd grow up to be from death
How sad to see that is measured
by breathe
A dozen scooters
Congregate
A chrome and steel mat
To an afterhours
The beer is cold, the whiskeys
The whole place smells like
On the jukebox David Allen Coe sings Forever
The in this tavern
Come in here to
After twelve long of sweat
On the assembly
They dress up like bikers
Cause its the style
Some people were
to be wild