Luyện nghe bài hát Tore Up

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

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 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 we as young as we once was.
when I had no tattoos, no ID to get in clubs.
We walked lookin' at the
lights and night life that we seen.
Breathing in those toxic fumes from sittin' 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 long way those county roads
and a small of that city life.
Sweet smell of that Jack Daniel's on cigarette and neon lights.
With L tracks in the comin' from a country cover band and
a homeless on a street corner
killin' it she plays that violin.
Johnny and June on them alley walls that we up way back when
We didn't shit of our life just
6 months in havin' our license.
And If these words were these pictures would be priceless.
These up in my head keep replaying 'cause their timeless.
So whenever you ride up on the

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

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

I get tore up, I still get tore up (about it)
I still get tore up, I get tore 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 I've been out of every bar
except the one I'm in tonight.
I had 12 drinks and 2 shots
now I'm in the back smokin' pot.
Put a cold into a fist fight
with some dudes who get roughed up.
But it's all good that Jack Daniel's got me up it's always.
I'm gonna leave this thing on
it lookin' like I a saw blade.
Got on my white suede,
car parked on no pretty lady in the
'cause the dumb choices that I made.
I start the Chevy it's her so

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

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