Luyện nghe bài hát The Angel

The rides with hunch-backed children
Poison oozing from his
Wieldin' as a lethal weapon
On his way to hubcap

Baseball cards in his spokes
His boots in oil patiently soaked
The attendant nervously jokes
As the angel's tires, strokes his precious

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

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