Luyện nghe bài hát The Devil In Mexico

Well take two shots said the devil to the man
and layed a little on the bar
well lord the devil he only talks shit
and drinks whiskey from the jar
and his hands were raw and his eyes cold
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 sippin his shine the mornin' light
tumbled in through the and as he started to go
i put three in his back.

well the 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 made of nothin but piss and vinegar
and his boots have trampled more you would know
and his breath has split the thermometer on the sill
its so fucking cold in since you brought in the snow

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

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