Luyện nghe bài hát Strike up The Band

Living off the friends we made, never getting paid
Kicking ass and dues, lose our mind in self abuse
Loving by the score, waking up and wanting more
I my mama understands, when I strike up the band

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

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

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

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

It's out tonight watch the shit 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

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 this way, no, no, said

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
we strike up the band