Luyện nghe bài hát Strike up The Band

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

Well I spit out my anger as the do fly
Fifteen years of paying dues to get me by
Now the barkeeps would pay us by the we bring
But son-of-bitches never paid us one damn thing

And my daddy, he just don't understand
It's balls out tonight, the shit hit the fan
we strike up the band

Now those drop dead ladies line the very row
I do believe, I'd like to spend time after the show
Now years 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 daddy, he still don't understand

It's balls out tonight watch the hit the fan
Give it all that we can, we don't a goddamn
When we strike up the band, when we 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 way, no, no, said

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