Luyện nghe bài hát The Songwriters

The

We get to out of prison
Make to our best friend's wife
Have a beer for in Boston
Drink rum in Jamaica nite
We get to all our secrets
In a no one understands
We get to all the bad guys
And never get on our hands

We're evils, we're
We're and we're dreamers
We're lovers and we're fighters
students, we're teachers
We're the devil, preachers
We're love but mostly one-nighters
the songwriters.

Half the world thinks we're
The half wants to be us
And they're 'cause we get to hang out
In the of some big star's tour bus
We're old boots and T-shirts and jeans
We're cables and strings and
We only dress up in
When hand out some writer's award.

*We're evils, we're
W're and we're dreamers
lovers and sometimes we're fighters
We're the truth, we're the
We're stupid, wise
We're true love but mostly
the songwriters.*

We ride bridges, we 'em and burn 'em
lessons but don't bother to learn 'em
Our mamas know what we're doing
Why we out all nite long
I told mine I was a dealer
She said: Thank God, you writing songs.

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the songwriters....