Luyện nghe bài hát The Bottle's Lookin' Better

Goin Down with the rest of the rats on this ship
Gonna in this dirty sea that smells like shit
Another night with blood, sweat and spit
Wake up again with a face of floor
in another town that left before
at another time with all the memories that I could
You can try to hold us down but we won't
A mouthful of slogans might as well be
It all tastes the to a bunch of hypocrites
We roam the land, in a van
hosing down we can
and I trace it all back to six days in
I`m tired but I`m persistant I took the path that was resistant
covered so much distance, I never asked for any assistance
Rock bottom ain't that bad, the bottle's lookin' every night
to this lad, I can't measure my by the things I have
but I`ll sleep tonight
Sweatin' blood to make it
I woke up alone again in a park in Koln
I can still taste the blood left on every microphone
Cutler Ridge to the Berlin Wall
throwin' up and alcohol
Lost an engine but I found myself in a whack in Arkansas
The came knockin', said they represent
some fat cat asshole settlement
for an american dream his -AAA-dvertisment
Another time, on my mind
a cold runs down my spine
I can trace it all to these feelings I confine