Luyện nghe bài hát The Bottle's Lookin' Better

Goin Down with the rest of the rats on this stinkin
Gonna drown in this dirty sea that smells 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 hoard
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 wherever we can
and I trace it all 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 asked for any
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' to make it work
I woke up alone again in a park in Koln
I can still taste the I've left on every microphone
Cutler Ridge to the Berlin Wall
throwin' up and alcohol
Lost an engine but I found in a whack shack in Arkansas
The suits came knockin', they represent
some fat cat seeking settlement
for an american dream his -AAA-dvertisment
time, murder on my mind
a cold shiver down my spine
I can trace it all back to these I confine