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, waking up and more
I hope my mama understands, when I up the band

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

And my poor daddy, he just understand
balls out tonight, watch the shit hit the fan
When we up the band

Now those drop dead line the very first row
I do believe, I'd like to some time after the show
Now them years gone by, the pay in cash
And them lovely ladies 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
it all that we can, we don't give a goddamn
When we up the band, when we strike up the band

Living a gypsy, an air conditioned hippie
Who's never 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 tonight watch the hit the fan
Give it all we can, we don't give a goddamn
When we up the band