Luyện nghe bài hát Song's The Same

Played out and laid out in this town
Tongue and battered
By the circuits of
me a minute and Ill strike up a pose
Packed
Into my loose fitting clothes
The DJ rocks, his needle
on a dead end street
The tattooed are squirming
To the factory
Any other
And they would be safe at
Piercing body and deconstructing Suicide poems
The songs the
How you listen
Makes all the difference in the
But I aint saying different
From anything youve already
Ten gallon hat, inch heels
And cut jeans
Quarterback
Coaching line teams
Ill bet they do have fences to mend
the reigns
On some old Benz
A buckskin
Does a honky-tonk pli
She a dollar from the fingers
Of a drawn toupee
A is signed in sawdust,
Two new retreat
On down the trailer park
To hillbilly
Just another culture built on decay
Theres extra college
If youre for the day
Dont mind the rats- they here too
Theyll bite your feet and your food
We under broken pipes
Im wish it wasnt true
The on the south side
Hang out by the
The coming and the
Only adds to pain
Years ago theyd guessed
Theyd grow up to be from death
How sad to see that life is
by breathe
A dozen Harley
outside
A chrome and welcome mat
To an afterhours
The beer is cold, the whiskeys
The whole place like leather
On the jukebox David Allen Coe Panheads Forever
The people in tavern
Come in here to
After twelve long of sweat
On the line
dont dress up like bikers
Cause its the latest
people really were
Born to be