Luyện nghe bài hát Strike up The Band

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

Well I spit out my as the sweat do fly
years 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 daddy, he just don't understand
It's balls out tonight, watch the hit the fan
When we strike up the

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

And my old lady, she just understand
Why floozies got their hands on her man
And my daddy, he still don't 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 band, we strike up the band

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

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