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 said
"Yeah Hell has over"
I got a phone from the Lord sayin'
"Hey boy, get a sweater, now"

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

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

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

We're going the road
Towards tiny cities of ashes
I'm going to hit you on the
I'm to punch you in your 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 says
"Yeah, Hell has over"

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

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

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

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

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