Luyện nghe bài hát Tore Down Flat In Jackson

Filthy and anonymous in Jackson, a dozen keys to nowhere in his
Black madonna, won't you change his luck and find him fifty
he's tore down, months from nowhere, with the day-to-day out of his hands

One key fit the door to their apartment, another fit the he let die
A stray dog whines as the rains turn naked ground to mud
And tore down, feelin' nothin' but the third-rate spirits in his blood

He's livin' for a ticket on the whiskey
The saddest thing's to see him venerate ball and chain

Roadhouse corn done cut his strings to somewhere, paper rich met a ball of fire
Black dog cloud done his head and drained him like a vampire
Now he's tore down flat in Jackson with a daily gig in the backdrop

He's livin' for a ticket on the train
The thing's to see him venerate that ball and chain

A thick August field of pigweed dances, a T.V. from the fillin' station's heard
He's up the wall, the moment says it all without a word
Well, he's tore down, world stopped movin' when 'halfway to the label' it cured