Luyện nghe bài hát Tore Down Flat In Jackson

Filthy and anonymous in Jackson, a dozen to nowhere in his hand
Black madonna, won't you change his and find him fifty grand?
he's tore down, months from nowhere, with 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 rains 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 whiskey
The saddest thing's to see him venerate that and chain

Roadhouse corn done cut his to somewhere, paper rich done 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

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

A late August field of pigweed 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 tore down, world stopped movin' 'halfway to the label' claimed it cured