Luyện nghe bài hát The Songwriters

The

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

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

Half the world thinks we're
The other 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 and blue jeans
We're and strings and e-cords
We dress up in November
When they hand out writer's award.

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

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

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the songwriters....