Luyện nghe bài hát The Rooster

Blue collar Eddie and his better half used to be mantel pieces down at the Black Forest.
And I don't know if that bar still exists, but when it did, so did they, a couple bleeding kids.
Everything volatile, night rocker style. Hop a stool, be discrete and just watch a while.
But do your best to keep the level observational, drama is attractive so push it when it a pull.
And each night's a random when you pay a ransom for the right to sing along with drinking anthems.
And fools paid so many dues that everybody stops to salute.

But one night after another fight a couple from an table offered an invite.
Dolores didn't to join 'em, wasn't feeling social.
But was so aggravated that he had to poke holes.
He over, sat in the dialogue and called at Dolores like some kind of dog (hey girl come here)
She can't it, she's done, she's had it, but she doesn't want to make another scene in this establishment.
She got up and over, and put her arm up around Eddie's shoulder.
Nobody's sober the song is the same; sometimes you out your chin to catch the rain.

You can be a winner, you can be a loser, gotta wake up when you the rooster.
Sometimes it's just too simple to live your life wrong, do what right for you when the time comes.
You can be a winner, you can be a loser, wake up when you hear the rooster.
Sometimes it's just too simple to live your life wrong, do what right for you when the time comes.

The clock keeps drinking, they ticking. There's two more people who get to play positions.
Samantha and Chuck; not a couple, just roommates; out having too many on a Tuesday.
Who knew they'd be tools for the duo, put a bit of fire on the fuel.
It's a kinda blue, intentions ain't cruel, but everybody's so to bend up the rules.
Now there's Chuck, at Delores.
is distracted by Samantha so he doesn't notice.
And too fucked up to even asses the mess, much less care enough.
More whiskey, a pitcher of Premium, getting tipsy, he didn't see it comin.
On his way back from a visit with that urinal, straighten out his thoughts and the vertigo.
Weaves through, stops when seen em.
Picture perfect, it looked just freedom.
Dolores on Chuck's lap kissing him hard. dipped into the winter left them all at the bar.
ya gotta follow what's felt inside; between the power struggle and the selfish pride.
No one's allowed to cry unfair because now they get to drink alone somewhere.

You can be a winner, you can be a loser, wake up when you hear the rooster
Sometimes it's just too simple to live your life wrong, gotta do right for you when the time comes
You can be a winner, you can be a loser, gotta up when you hear the rooster
Sometimes it's just too to live your life wrong, gotta do what right for you when the time comes
You can be a winner, you can be a loser, gotta wake up you hear the rooster
Sometimes it's just too simple to live your life wrong, do what right for you when the time comes