Luyện nghe bài hát The Bottle's Lookin' Better

Goin Down with the rest of the rats on stinkin ship
drown 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 with all the memories that I could hoard
You can try to us down but we won't submit
A of slogans might as well be shit
It all tastes the same to a 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 bad, the bottle's lookin' better every night
to this lad, I can't measure my wealth by the things I
but I`ll sleep tight
blood to make it work
I woke up alone again in a park somewhere in
I can taste the blood I've left on every microphone
from Cutler Ridge to the Wall
throwin' up blood and
Lost an engine but I found in a whack shack in Arkansas
The suits came knockin', said represent
fat cat asshole seeking settlement
for defacing an american dream his
Another time, on my mind
a cold shiver runs down my
I can trace it all back to these feelings I