Luyện nghe bài hát Tore Down Flat In Jackson

Filthy and anonymous in Jackson, a keys to nowhere in his hand
Black madonna, you change his luck and find him fifty grand?
'Cause he's tore down, 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 August turn naked ground to mud
And tore down, feelin' 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 that ball and chain

Roadhouse done cut his strings 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 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 venerate that ball and

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