Luyện nghe bài hát Tore Down Flat In Jackson

Filthy and anonymous in Jackson, a dozen keys to in his hand
Black madonna, won't you change his and find him fifty grand?
'Cause he's tore down, months from nowhere, 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 as the August rains 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 venerate that ball and

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

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

A thick late August field of dances, a T.V. from the fillin' station's heard
He's holdin' up the wall, the moment says it all a word
Well, he's down, world stopped movin' when 'halfway to the label' claimed it cured