Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Singer In A Session Band

See the soul in the session band
Shredded to ribbons beneath a stand
Felt the of pity like a flash in a pan
For the singer in the session band

A red carpet bagger makes a blackberry
To the piranhas in the city of salt
Wasted wheat paste campaign, no bills on the wall
You mean nothing to no one but that's nobody's

See the singer in the session band
Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone
the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan
For the soul singer in the session

I had a discussion about the power of myth
With a post-modern author who exist
In this fictitious world, all reality
I was a hopeless romantic, now I'm turning tricks

Just like that soul singer in the band
Shredded beneath a microphone stand
Saw the conflict of interest slipping cash in the
Of the soul singer in the session

Now his room is on fire he painted it red
There are a silk sequins at the foot of the bed
He's been to weddings and but he still never wept
Now is pleasure when you want it instead

Just like that soul singer in the band
Wailed like an infant atop a baby grand
We'll need every sandbag and man
To save the soul singer in the session

Headlights or taillights, a flip of a coin
I've been and going since the day I was born
And I followed the but I never got home
I old in an instant, now I am all on my own

See the singer in the session band
Shredded to nothing beneath the microphone
Saw the wave of the through the crack in the dam
Drowned the soul singer in the session
Bless the soul in the session band