Luyện nghe bài hát Tore Up

The only time I see you is we're in a crowd,
you're you're friends and I'm
mine, the musics bumpin' loud.
You to be the girl 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.
I'm home alone, you're out with your friends.

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

Uh, we ain't 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 that we never seen.
Breathing in those toxic from busses sittin' on 2nd ave.
Trying to sneak into the where
all the big used 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 of that city life.
Sweet smell of that Jack Daniel's on cigarette and neon lights.
With L tracks in the background comin' from a cover band and
a homeless lady on a street
killin' it when she plays violin.
Johnny and June on them alley walls that we up way back when
We didn't know shit of our life
6 months in havin' our license.
And If these words were these pictures would be priceless.
These thoughts up in my head replaying 'cause their timeless.
So whenever you 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 up, I still get tore about it (up about it)

I still get tore up, I still get up (about it)
I still get up, I still get tore up about it (up about it)
I still get tore up it up about it up about it up about 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 12 drinks and 2 shots
now I'm in the back smokin' pot.
Put a cold into a fist fight
with some jockey dudes who get up.
But all good that Jack 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 parked on broadway no lady in the
'cause the dumb choices that I made.
I start the Chevy always her so

I'm bumpin' through sound waves.
One in that pistol Smith and Wesson come take the pain 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 blamin' me

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