Luyện nghe bài hát Strike up The Band

Living off the friends we made, never getting paid
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 paying just to get me by
Now the would pay us by the crowds we bring
But those son-of-bitches never us one damn thing

And my poor daddy, he don't 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 to spend some time after the show
Now them years gone by, the pay in cash
And them lovely 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 still don't

It's out tonight watch the shit hit the fan
Give it all 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, don't how, boy
I lived this long this way, no, no, said

And my poor daddy, he still don't
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