Luyện nghe bài hát The Angel

The angel rides with hunch-backed
Poison from his engine
Wieldin' love as a weapon
On his way to heaven

cards poked in his spokes
His boots in oil he's patiently
The roadside attendant jokes
As the angel's tires, his precious pavement

Oh the choked with nomadic hordes
In Volkswagen vans with full boards dragging great anchors
Followin' signs into the sores
The angel rides by humpin' his hunk metal

Madison claim to fame in a trainer bra with eyes like rain
She rubs against the frame and asks the angel for his name
Off in the distance the dome
Reflects across the flatlands with a naked off into parts unknown
The woman strokes his polished chrome and beside the angel's bones