Luyện nghe bài hát Song's The Same

Played out and laid out in this town
Tongue tied and
By the circuits of
Give me a minute and Ill up a pose
tight
Into my loose designer clothes
The DJ rocks, his drops
Salvation on a dead end
The tattooed are squirming
To the factory
Any other
And would be safe at home
Piercing body and deconstructing Suicide poems
The the same
How hard you
all the difference in the world
But I aint saying different
From youve already heard
Ten gallon hat, inch heels
And cut jeans
cowboys
Coaching line teams
Ill bet they really do have fences to
Choking the
On old Mercedes Benz
A buckskin
a perfect honky-tonk pli
She pulls a dollar the fingers
Of a badly toupee
A is signed in sawdust,
Two new retreat
On down the trailer park
To beach
another culture built on urban decay
Theres extra credit
If youre for the day
Dont mind the rats- they here too
Theyll bite your feet and steal 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
ago theyd never guessed
Theyd up to be weeks from death
How sad to see that life is
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
Come in here to
twelve long hours of sweat
On the line
They dont dress up bikers
Cause its the style
Some really were
Born to be