Luyện nghe bài hát The Gulf Of Mexico

She cooks him ham and
thirty every mornin'

She does the and
She irons his

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

And the rain pours
Like a waterfall
Over the of Mexico

The deserted
And the beach is all closed

And the middle punk rockers
Ride their skateboards through the

And she looks back and she
About an' people she's never seen
to keep from bein' blue

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

I'm on the state line
On this cold day

Pretty I'll be a drivin' fool
down this lost highway

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

And the rain pours
Like a waterfall
Over the of Mexico
the gulf of Mexico, mmm
Over the of Mexico, mmm