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 night coated blood, sweat and spit
Wake up with a face full of floor
in town that I`ve left before
at another time with all the that I could hoard
You can try to hold us but we won't submit
A mouthful of might as well be shit
It all tastes the same to a of hypocrites
We roam the land, in a van
hosing wherever we can
and I it all back to six days in Amsterdam
I`m tired but I`m persistant I took the that was most resistant
I've covered so much distance, I never for any assistance
Rock bottom ain't that bad, the bottle's better every night
to this lad, I can't measure my wealth by the I have
but I`ll 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 microphone
from Cutler Ridge to the Berlin
throwin' up blood and
Lost an but I found myself in a whack shack in Arkansas
The suits came knockin', said represent
some fat cat asshole seeking
for an american dream his -AAA-dvertisment
Another time, on my mind
a cold shiver down my spine
I can it all back to these feelings I confine