Luyện nghe bài hát The Devil In Mexico

Well I'll take two shots said the to the man
and a little book on the bar
well lord knows the devil he talks shit
and only drinks from the jar
and his hands were raw and his eyes were
and his breath was pure and the sound of his voice it never got old
and he talked and talked and talked the night
kept his shine till the mornin' light
tumbled in the shades and as he started to go
i put bullets in his back.

the devils bleedin' crude oil from a hole in his chest
and its panging on the bedpan drippin the bedsheets
and all the businessmen are putting pails beneath his
and the oil at the market
well his heart made of nothin but piss and vinegar
and his boots have trampled more than you know
and his breath has split open the thermometer on the
its so fucking in here since you brought in the snow

heart leaking oil in the pan,
dealin' insults with his hand
in hospital bed bleedin'
Black heart you the plan to hell and the apathy ate you up inside

Like slivers of lead inside your
he's the poison you
and you eat until full
and you eat until you're
he lit the fires inside your full of medicine and whiskey
all the aspirin, valium, pills and silver rum