Luyện nghe bài hát Tore Up

The only time I see you is we're in a crowd,
with you're friends and I'm
with mine, the musics loud.
You to be the girl that didn't go out on the town,
Now you have crazy nights on instagram you post about
the neon smoke, on the midtown strip.
When I'm home alone, out with your friends.

I still get tore up, I still get about it (up about it)
I get tore up, I still get tore up (about it)
I still get tore up, I still get up about it(up about it),

I still get tore up about it up about it up about it up it

Uh, Yeah we ain't as as we once was.
Back I had no tattoos, no ID to get in clubs.
We walked lookin' at the
lights and night that we never seen.
Breathing in those toxic fumes from busses on 2nd ave.
Trying to sneak the spots where
all the big used to roam around.
I was 130 soakin wet but I felt like Zeus when you was around.
A way from those county roads
and a small taste of that life.
smell of that Jack Daniel's on cigarette smoke and neon lights.
With L tracks in the background comin' from a country band and
a homeless lady on a corner
killin' it when she plays violin.
Johnny and on them alley walls that we slapped up way back when
We know shit of our life just
6 in from havin' our license.
And If these words were these pictures would be priceless.
thoughts up in my head keep replaying 'cause their timeless.
So whenever you ride up on the

choose through the that we had
But the frames I'd like down the strip our music, I feel bad.

I still get tore up, I still get tore about it (up it)

I get tore up, I still get tore up (about it)
I still get up, I still get tore up about it (up about it)
I still get tore up about it up about it up about it up it

Uh, not as young as we was right.
Now I've kicked out of every bar
except the one I'm in tonight.
I had about 12 and 2 shots
now I'm in the back smokin' pot.
Put a stone into a fist fight
with jockey dudes who get roughed up.
But all good that Jack Daniel's got me fucked up it's always.
I'm gonna this thing on strip
it like I fought a saw blade.
Got on my white suede,
car on broadway no pretty lady in the
passenger 'cause the dumb that I made.
I start the it's always her so

I'm bumpin' them sound waves.
One bullet in that pistol Smith and Wesson come take the pain
I to my drunk self and tell my sober self I can't take me
so I pull the gun on my other half like why you always me

I still get tore up, I still get about it (up about it)
I get tore up, I still get tore up (about it)
I still get tore up, I still get tore up about it (up it)
I still get up about it up
about it up it up about it