Luyện nghe bài hát The Gulf Of Mexico

She cooks him ham and
thirty every mornin'

She does the and
She his uniforms

And she
She might loved him once
But that was so ago

And the pours down
Like a holy
Over the of Mexico

The deserted
And the is all closed down

And the middle punk rockers
Ride their skateboards the town

And she looks back and she
About things an' people never seen
Just to keep from bein'

And she gets home about a to four
And she her brother to the liquor store
On Avenue
Mmm

I'm on the state line
On cold November day

Pretty soon I'll be a fool
Somewhere this lost highway

Then I hear a voice from my soul's sayin'
"Freedom's a metaphor
You got to go"

And the pours down
Like a holy
Over the of Mexico
the gulf of Mexico, mmm
Over the of Mexico, mmm