Luyện nghe bài hát Tore Down Flat In Jackson

Filthy and in Jackson, a dozen keys to nowhere in his hand
Black madonna, you change his luck and find him fifty grand?
'Cause he's tore down, months from nowhere, with the day-to-day out of his

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

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

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

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

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