Luyện nghe bài hát Song's The Same

Played out and out in this triangle town
tied and battered
By the circuits of
Give me a minute and Ill up a pose
Packed
Into my loose designer clothes
The DJ rocks, his needle
on a dead end street
The girls are squirming
To the factory
Any night
And would be safe at home
Piercing parts and deconstructing Suicide poems
The songs the
How hard you
Makes all the in the world
But I saying anything different
anything youve already heard
Ten gallon hat, inch heels
And boot cut
cowboys
Coaching line teams
Ill bet they really do have to mend
the reigns
On old Mercedes Benz
A ballerina
Does a perfect pli
She a dollar from the fingers
Of a badly drawn
A is signed in sawdust,
Two new lovers
On down the trailer park
To beach
Just culture built on urban decay
extra college credit
If homeless for the day
mind the rats- they live here too
Theyll your feet and steal your food
We shower broken pipes
Im sorry- wish it wasnt
The junkies on the south
out by the trains
The coming and the
Only adds to their
Years ago theyd guessed
Theyd grow up to be from death
How sad to see life is measured
by breathe
A dozen scooters
Congregate
A and steel welcome mat
To an dive
The beer is cold, the cheap
The whole smells like leather
On the David Allen Coe sings Panheads Forever
The in this tavern
Come in to unwind
After long hours of sweat
On the line
dont dress up like bikers
Cause its the style
Some people really
Born to be