Luyện nghe bài hát The Dead Girl

The dead girl mopes through a dead
With a lip she's picking at the seams
She's got bravado she says been
in a few magazines

Outside the bar Hank is straddling a car
His fingers are purple and numb circling crow bar
Well, twenty-four years made it clear
things ain't ever what they appear

Now, now, he says, "I be going easily
No, I won't be lightly
And I won't be peacefully
No, I be going innocently"

A sweet drink spiked with a ball
A twenty foot ladder and a foot wall
shadows are gathering
And swaggering the hall

And I know, I won't be going
No, I won't be going
And I won't be peacefully
No, I won't be going