Luyện nghe bài hát Song's The Same

Played out and out in this triangle town
Tongue and battered
By the of sound
Give me a minute and Ill up a pose
tight
Into my loose fitting clothes
The DJ rocks, his needle
Salvation on a end street
The tattooed are squirming
To the beat
Any night
And they be safe at home
Piercing body and deconstructing Suicide poems
The songs the
How you listen
Makes all the difference in the
But I aint anything different
From youve already heard
Ten gallon hat, three inch
And boot cut
Quarterback
Coaching line dancing
Ill bet they do have fences to mend
the reigns
On some old Mercedes
A ballerina
Does a perfect pli
She pulls a dollar from the
Of a badly toupee
A is signed in sawdust,
Two new lovers
On down the trailer boardwalk
To hillbilly
Just culture built on urban decay
extra college credit
If youre for the day
Dont mind the rats- live here too
Theyll bite feet and steal your food
We shower under pipes
Im sorry- wish it true
The junkies on the south
Hang out by the
The and the going
Only adds to their
Years ago theyd never
grow up to be weeks from death
How sad to see life is measured
Breathe by
A Harley scooters
outside
A chrome and steel mat
To an afterhours
The is cold, the whiskeys cheap
The whole place like leather
On the jukebox David Allen Coe sings Panheads
The people in this
in here to unwind
After long hours of sweat
On the line
They dont dress up bikers
Cause its the latest
Some people were
to be wild