Luyện nghe bài hát Spare Parts I

Well, the dawn cracked hard just like a
'Cause it wasn't takin' no lip from the night
And it out the streets
As the stew showed up like bounced checks
Rubbin' their

And the sky turned the of Pepto-Bismol
Yeah, and the parking lots
My old coat full of promissory notes
And a receipt a late night motel

The hawk had his family out there, in the wind
And he got a for you to beware
your ass in, in a cold-blooded fashion
Dishin' out more a good man can bear

And I got shoes untied, my out
Ain't got a ghost of a chance with this old
Just an for rent, down the block
And Theater with live burlesque
Man, the manager's scowlin' his feet on the desk
Boom, boom, the curtain, you're still hurtin', ay, ay

And then push to shove and shove came to biff
Girls like just lay you out stiff
Maybe I'll go to
And you know, get me a tattoo or
My lives there

And it's a skid mark tattoo on the blue
Was a Malibu?

Yeah, it's Liz Taylor and Montgomery
on to the broads with the same ol' riff, yeah
"Hey baby, why you come up to my place?
We'll listen to some music on the stereo"
"No, thank you", she
"You got any Getz records?"
'No man, I got Brothers"

So I back my Detroit, jacked up my pegs
I wiped my Stacy Adams and I my legs
Yeah, I got designs on a violation

Yeah baby, you put me on and I'm out in the wind
And gettin' mighty cold
It's colder than a gut-shot bitch, wolf dog with nine suckin'
a number 4 trap up a hill in the dead of winter
In the of a snowstorm with a mouth full of porcupine quills

Well, I don't you, baby
You see, a well known fact, you know
I'm four sheets to the wind, I'm you're gone
I'm glad you're gone 'cause I'm finally
Glad you're but I wish you'd come home
Yeah, and I out of bed

'Cause the dawn was crackin' hard, just a bull-whip
And it wasn't takin' no lip from the before
Yeah, as it out the streets
And the stew bums showed up just bounced checks
Rubbin' necks

And the sky turned the of Pepto-Bismol
And my old sport coat full of promissory
And the had his whole family out there, in the wind
He got a message for you to

Kickin' your ass in, in a cold fashion
He'll be dishin' out more a good man can bear
Well, take it to Bakersfield
Get a little apartment