Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Cities Made Of Ashes

We're goin' down the
tiny cities made of ashes
I'm hit you on the face
I'm gonna you in your glasses, oh no

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

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

And as we're headed down the
Towards tiny cities made of
I'm get dressed up in plastic
Gonna shake hands the masses, oh no

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

going down the road
Towards tiny cities made of
I'm going to hit you on the
I'm going to punch you in glasses

I'm wearin' a T-shirt that says
"The is my ashtray"
Our pump dust and our hair's all gray
And I just got a message that
"Yeah, Hell has over"

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

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

We're drinkin', drinkin',
Drinkin' Coca,
I can feel it right on down
Oh, on down my throat

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

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