Luyện nghe bài hát Song's The Same

Played out and out in this triangle town
Tongue and battered
By the circuits of
Give me a minute and Ill strike up a
tight
Into my loose designer clothes
The DJ rocks, his needle
on a dead end street
The tattooed are squirming
To the beat
Any night
And would be safe at home
Piercing body parts and Suicide poems
The the same
How you listen
Makes all the difference in the
But I aint saying anything
From anything youve already
Ten gallon hat, three heels
And cut jeans
Quarterback
Coaching dancing teams
Ill bet really do have fences to mend
Choking the
On some old Benz
A ballerina
Does a perfect pli
She a dollar from the fingers
Of a badly drawn
A deal is in sawdust,
Two new retreat
On down the park boardwalk
To beach
another culture built on urban decay
Theres extra college
If youre for the day
Dont mind the rats- live here too
Theyll bite your feet and steal food
We shower under broken
Im sorry- wish it wasnt
The junkies on the south
out by the trains
The coming and the
Only adds to their
Years ago never guessed
Theyd grow up to be weeks from
How sad to see life is measured
Breathe by
A dozen Harley
outside
A and steel welcome mat
To an afterhours
The is cold, the whiskeys cheap
The whole place smells like
On the jukebox David Allen Coe sings Panheads
The people in this
in here to unwind
After twelve long hours of
On the line
dont dress up like bikers
Cause its the style
people really were
Born to be