Luyện nghe bài hát Song's The Same

Played out and out in this triangle town
Tongue and battered
By the of sound
me a minute and Ill strike up a pose
Packed
Into my loose fitting clothes
The DJ rocks, his drops
Salvation on a dead end
The tattooed are squirming
To the beat
Any night
And they would be safe at
Piercing body parts and deconstructing poems
The songs the
How hard you
Makes all the difference in the
But I aint anything different
From youve already heard
Ten gallon hat, three heels
And boot cut
Quarterback
Coaching line teams
Ill bet they do have fences to mend
the reigns
On some old Mercedes
A ballerina
Does a perfect pli
She pulls a from the fingers
Of a drawn toupee
A deal is in sawdust,
Two new retreat
On down the trailer park
To beach
Just another built on urban decay
extra college credit
If homeless for the day
Dont mind the rats- they here too
Theyll bite your feet and steal your
We under broken pipes
Im sorry- it wasnt true
The junkies on the south
Hang out by the
The and the going
Only adds to pain
ago theyd never guessed
Theyd grow up to be weeks death
How sad to see that is measured
Breathe by
A dozen scooters
Congregate
A and steel welcome mat
To an dive
The beer is cold, the whiskeys
The whole place like leather
On the jukebox David Allen Coe sings Forever
The people in this
Come in here to
After twelve long of sweat
On the line
They dont up like bikers
Cause its the latest
Some really were
Born to be