Luyện nghe bài hát The Devil In Mexico

Well take two shots said the devil to the man
and layed a book on the bar
well lord knows the he only talks shit
and only drinks from the jar
and his were raw and his eyes were cold
and his breath was pure alcohol and the of his voice it never got old
and he talked and talked and talked through the
kept sippin his shine till the light
tumbled in through the shades and as he to go
i put bullets in his back.

well the devils bleedin' crude oil a hole in his chest
and its panging on the bedpan drippin the bedsheets
and all the businessmen are pails beneath his wounds
and the oil at the market
well his ain't made of nothin but piss and vinegar
and his boots trampled more than you would know
and his breath has split open the thermometer on the
its so cold in here since you brought in the snow

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

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