Luyện nghe bài hát Song's The Same

Played out and laid out in this town
Tongue and battered
By the circuits of
Give me a and Ill strike up a pose
Packed
Into my loose fitting designer
The DJ rocks, his drops
on a dead end street
The girls are squirming
To the factory
Any other
And would be safe at home
Piercing parts and deconstructing Suicide poems
The songs the
How you listen
Makes all the in the world
But I aint saying anything
From anything already heard
Ten gallon hat, three inch
And cut jeans
cowboys
Coaching dancing teams
Ill bet they really do have to mend
the reigns
On some old Benz
A ballerina
Does a perfect pli
She pulls a dollar the fingers
Of a drawn toupee
A deal is in sawdust,
Two new lovers
On down the trailer park
To beach
another culture built on urban decay
Theres extra college
If homeless for the day
Dont the rats- they live here too
Theyll bite your and steal your food
We shower under pipes
Im sorry- wish it wasnt
The junkies on the south
Hang out by the
The and the going
Only adds to their
Years ago theyd guessed
Theyd grow up to be weeks from
How sad to see life is measured
by breathe
A Harley scooters
Congregate
A chrome and steel mat
To an afterhours
The beer is cold, the cheap
The whole place like leather
On the jukebox David Coe sings Panheads Forever
The people in this
in here to unwind
After twelve hours of sweat
On the line
They dress up like bikers
Cause its the latest
Some really were
Born to be