Luyện nghe bài hát The Bottle's Lookin' Better

Goin with the rest of the rats on this stinkin ship
Gonna drown in this dirty sea that smells shit
Another coated with blood, sweat and spit
Wake up again a face full of floor
in another that I`ve left before
at another time with all the memories I could hoard
You can try to hold us but we won't submit
A mouthful of slogans might as well be
It all tastes the same to a of hypocrites
We the land, livin' in a van
down wherever we can
and I it all back to six days in Amsterdam
I`m tired but I`m persistant I took the path was most resistant
I've covered so much distance, I never for any assistance
Rock bottom that bad, the bottle's lookin' better every night
to this lad, I measure my wealth by the things I have
but sleep tight tonight
Sweatin' blood to it work
I woke up alone again in a somewhere in Koln
I can still taste the blood I've left on every
from Cutler Ridge to the Wall
throwin' up and alcohol
Lost an but I found myself in a whack shack in Arkansas
The suits came knockin', said they
some fat cat asshole settlement
for an american dream his -AAA-dvertisment
time, murder on my mind
a cold shiver runs my spine
I can trace it all back to these feelings I