Luyện nghe bài hát The Songwriters

The

We get to out of prison
Make to our best friend's wife
a beer for breakfast in Boston
Drink rum in that nite
We get to all our secrets
In a no one understands
We get to all the bad guys
And get blood on our hands

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

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

*We're evils, we're
W're drunks and we're
We're lovers and we're fighters
We're the truth, we're the
We're stupid, wise
We're love but mostly one-nighters
the songwriters.*

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

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the songwriters....