Luyện nghe bài hát Strike up The Band

Living off the friends we made, never ever getting
Kicking ass and paying dues, lose our mind in abuse
ladies by the score, waking up and wanting more
I hope my mama understands, when I strike up the

Well I spit out my anger as the do fly
Fifteen of paying dues just to get me by
Now the barkeeps pay us by the crowds we bring
But those son-of-bitches paid us one damn thing

And my poor daddy, he just don't
It's out tonight, watch the shit hit the fan
When we strike up the

Now those dead ladies line the very first row
I do believe, I'd like to spend some time the show
Now them gone by, the barkeeps pay in cash
And them lovely ladies feed me an earful of

And my old lady, she just understand
Why floozies got their hands on her man
And my poor daddy, he don't understand

It's out tonight watch the shit hit the fan
it all that we can, we don't give a goddamn
When we strike up the band, when we strike up the

Living a gypsy, an air conditioned hippie
Who's never the light of day
Rode dog and cowboy, don't how, boy
I ever lived this long this way, no, no,

And my poor daddy, he still understand
It's balls out watch the shit hit the fan
Give it all we can, we don't give a goddamn
When we strike up the