Luyện nghe bài hát Strike up The Band

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

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

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

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

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

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

like a gypsy, an air conditioned hippie
Who's 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 don't understand
It's balls out tonight the shit hit the fan
Give it all that we can, we don't a goddamn
we strike up the band