Luyện nghe bài hát Strike up The Band

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

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

And my poor daddy, he just don't
It's out tonight, watch the shit hit the fan
we strike 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 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 their on her man
And my poor daddy, he don't understand

balls out tonight watch the shit hit the fan
Give it all that we can, we don't give a
When we strike up the band, we strike up the band

like a gypsy, an air conditioned hippie
Who's never the light of day
Rode dog and cowboy, don't how, boy
I ever lived this long way, no, no, said

And my poor daddy, he still don't
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