Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Cities Made Of Ashes

We're goin' the road
Towards cities made of ashes
I'm hit you on the face
I'm punch you in your glasses, oh no

I just got a message that
"Yeah has frozen over"
I got a phone call from the Lord
"Hey boy, get a sweater, now"

So we're drinkin', drinkin',
Drinkin' Coca,
I can feel it right on down
Oh, right on down my

And as headed down the road
Towards tiny cities made of
I'm gonna get up in plastic
Gonna hands with the masses, oh no

Does anybody a way that a body could get away?
Does know a way?
Does anybody know a way that a body could get
Does anybody know a

We're down the road
Towards tiny made of ashes
I'm to hit you on the face
I'm going to punch you in your

I'm wearin' myself a that says
"The is my ashtray"
Our hearts pump and our hair's all gray
And I just got a message says
"Yeah, Hell has over"

I got a phone from the Lord sayin'
"Hey boy, get a sweater, now"

Does anybody know a way a body could get away?
Does anybody a way?
Does anybody a way?

drinkin', drinkin', drinkin'
Drinkin' Coca,
I can feel it rollin' on down
Oh, right on down my

And as we're headed down the
Towards tiny cities made of
I'm gonna lay in the baths
they coat you in molasses, right now

Does anybody know a way that a body could get
Does know a way?
Does anybody know a way that a body could get
anybody know a way?