Luyện nghe bài hát Strike up The Band

Living off the friends we made, ever getting paid
Kicking ass and paying dues, lose our in self abuse
Loving ladies by the score, up and wanting more
I hope my mama understands, I strike up the band

Well I out my anger as the sweat do fly
years of paying dues just to get me by
Now the would pay us by the crowds we bring
But those son-of-bitches never us one damn thing

And my poor daddy, he just understand
It's out tonight, watch the shit hit the fan
When we strike up the

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

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

It's balls out tonight the shit hit the fan
Give it all that we can, we give a goddamn
When we strike up the band, we strike up the band

Living a gypsy, an air conditioned hippie
never seen the light of day
Rode dog and cowboy, know how, boy
I ever lived this long this way, no, no,

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