Luyện nghe bài hát Tore Up

The only I see you is when we're in a crowd,
with 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 have these crazy on instagram you post about
After the smoke, on the midtown strip.
When I'm home alone, you're out with friends.

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

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

Uh, we ain't as young as we once was.
Back I had no tattoos, no ID to get in clubs.
We broadway lookin' at the
lights and night life that we seen.
Breathing in those toxic from busses sittin' on 2nd ave.
Trying to sneak into the spots
all the big boys used to around.
I was 130 pounds soakin wet but I felt Zeus when you was around.
A long way those county roads
and a small of that city life.
Sweet smell of that Jack Daniel's on cigarette smoke and lights.
L tracks in the background comin' from a country cover band and
a lady on a street corner
killin' it when she plays violin.
Johnny and June on them alley walls that we slapped up way when
We know shit of our life just
6 months in havin' our license.
And If these words were polaroids these would be priceless.
These thoughts up in my head keep replaying their timeless.
So whenever you up on the town

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

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

Uh, not as young as we was right.
Now I've been kicked out of bar
the one I'm sitting in tonight.
I had about 12 drinks and 2
now I'm in the back alley pot.
Put a stone cold a fist fight
with jockey dudes who get roughed up.
But it's all that Jack Daniel's got me fucked up it's always.
I'm gonna leave thing on strip
it like I fought a saw blade.
Got alcohol on my suede,
car parked on broadway no lady in the
passenger the dumb choices that I made.
I start the Chevy it's her so

I'm through them sound waves.
One bullet in that pistol Smith and Wesson come take the away
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 get tore about it (up about it)
I still get tore up, I still get up (about it)
I get tore up, I still get tore up about it (up about it)
I still get tore up it up
about it up it up about it