Luyện nghe bài hát Tore Up

The only time I see you is when in a crowd,
you're you're friends and I'm
with mine, the musics loud.
You used to be the girl that go out on the town,
Now you have these nights on instagram you post about
After the smoke, on the midtown strip.
When I'm home alone, you're out with friends.

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

Uh, Yeah we ain't as as we once was.
when I had no tattoos, no ID to get in clubs.
We walked lookin' at the
lights and night life we never seen.
Breathing in those toxic fumes from busses on 2nd ave.
Trying to into the spots where
all the big boys used to around.
I was 130 pounds soakin wet but I like Zeus when you was around.
A way from those county roads
and a taste of that city life.
Sweet smell of that Jack on cigarette smoke and neon lights.
With L tracks in the background from a country cover band and
a lady on a street 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 months in havin' our license.
And If these words were polaroids pictures would be priceless.
These thoughts up in my head replaying '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 our music, I feel bad.

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

I still get 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 not as as we was right.
Now been kicked out of every bar
except the one I'm in tonight.
I had about 12 drinks and 2
now I'm in the back alley pot.
Put a stone cold into a fight
with some dudes who get roughed up.
But it's all that Jack Daniel's got me fucked up it's always.
I'm leave this thing on strip
it lookin' I fought a saw blade.
Got on my white suede,
car parked on no pretty lady in the
passenger 'cause the dumb choices I made.
I start the Chevy always her so

I'm bumpin' them sound waves.
One bullet in pistol 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 other half why you always blamin' me

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