Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Cities Made Of Ashes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And as headed down the road
tiny 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 a way that a body could get away?
Does know a way?