Luyện nghe bài hát The Bottle's Lookin' Better

Goin Down with the rest of the rats on stinkin ship
Gonna drown in this dirty sea smells like shit
Another night coated blood, sweat and spit
Wake up again with a full of floor
in another town that left before
at another time with all the that I could hoard
You can try to hold us down but we submit
A mouthful of slogans might as be shit
It all tastes the to a bunch of hypocrites
We the land, livin' in a van
down wherever we can
and I trace it all back to six in Amsterdam
I`m tired but I`m persistant I took the that was most resistant
I've covered so much distance, I asked for any assistance
Rock bottom ain't that bad, the bottle's lookin' better every
to lad, I can't measure my wealth by the things I have
but I`ll tight tonight
Sweatin' to make it work
I woke up alone again in a park somewhere in
I can still taste the blood left on every microphone
from Cutler to the Berlin Wall
throwin' up blood and
Lost an engine but I found myself in a whack in Arkansas
The suits came knockin', said represent
some fat cat asshole seeking
for defacing an dream his -AAA-dvertisment
time, murder on my mind
a cold shiver runs my spine
I can it all back to these feelings I confine