Luyện nghe bài hát The Devil In Mexico

Well I'll take two shots said the to the man
and layed a book on the bar
well lord knows the devil he only shit
and only drinks whiskey the jar
and his hands were raw and his eyes were
and his was pure alcohol 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 through the shades and as he to go
i put three in his back.

the devils bleedin' crude oil from a hole in his chest
and its on the bedpan drippin through the bedsheets
and all the are putting pails beneath his wounds
and pawnin the oil at the
well his heart ain't made of but piss and vinegar
and his boots have more than you would know
and his breath has split open the thermometer on the
its so fucking cold in here you brought in the snow

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

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