Luyện nghe bài hát Tore Up

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

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

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

Uh, Yeah we as young as we once was.
Back I had no tattoos, no ID to get in clubs.
We walked lookin' at the
and night life that we never seen.
Breathing in those toxic from busses sittin' on 2nd ave.
to sneak into the spots where
all the big boys to roam around.
I was 130 pounds soakin wet but I felt Zeus when you was around.
A long way 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 comin' from a country cover band and
a homeless on a street corner
it when she plays that violin.
Johnny and June on them alley walls that we slapped up way back
We didn't shit of our life just
6 months in havin' our license.
And If these words polaroids these pictures would be priceless.
These thoughts up in my head keep 'cause their timeless.
So you ride up on the town

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

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

Uh, Yeah not as as we was right.
Now been kicked out of every bar
the one I'm sitting in tonight.
I had 12 drinks and 2 shots
now I'm in the back smokin' pot.
Put a stone cold into a fight
with some jockey who get roughed up.
But it's all good that Daniel's got me fucked up it's always.
I'm gonna leave this thing on
it lookin' like I a saw blade.
Got on my white suede,
car on broadway no pretty lady in the
'cause the dumb choices that I made.
I start the Chevy it's her so

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

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