Luyện nghe bài hát Strike up The Band

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

I spit 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 son-of-bitches never paid us one damn thing

And my poor daddy, he just understand
It's balls out tonight, the shit hit the fan
When we strike up the

Now those dead ladies 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 just don't
Why floozies got their hands on her man
And my poor daddy, he still 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 seen the light of day
dog and cowboy, don't know how, boy
I ever lived long this way, no, no, said

And my daddy, he still don't understand
It's balls out tonight the shit hit the fan
Give it all that we can, we don't give a
we strike up the band