Luyện nghe bài hát Tore Down Flat In Jackson

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

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

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

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

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

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