Luyện nghe bài hát Song's The Same

Played out and out in this triangle town
tied and battered
By the of sound
Give me a and Ill strike up a pose
tight
Into my loose fitting designer
The DJ rocks, his needle
Salvation on a end street
The tattooed girls are
To the beat
Any other
And would be safe at home
Piercing body parts and Suicide poems
The the same
How you listen
Makes all the in the world
But I aint anything different
From anything already heard
Ten gallon hat, three inch
And cut jeans
Quarterback
line dancing teams
Ill bet really do have fences to mend
the reigns
On some old Mercedes
A ballerina
Does a perfect pli
She pulls a dollar the fingers
Of a badly toupee
A is signed in sawdust,
Two new lovers
On the trailer park boardwalk
To beach
Just another built on urban decay
Theres extra college
If homeless for the day
Dont mind the rats- they live too
bite your feet and steal your food
We shower under pipes
Im sorry- wish it true
The junkies on the south
out by the trains
The and the going
adds to their pain
Years ago theyd guessed
Theyd up to be weeks from death
How sad to see that is measured
by breathe
A dozen Harley
outside
A chrome and steel mat
To an afterhours
The is cold, the whiskeys cheap
The whole place smells like
On the jukebox Allen Coe sings Panheads Forever
The in this tavern
Come in to unwind
After twelve hours of sweat
On the assembly
They dont up like bikers
Cause its the latest
Some people were
to be wild