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

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

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

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

We're going down the
Towards tiny cities of ashes
I'm going to hit you on the
I'm to punch you in your glasses

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

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

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

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

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

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