Luyện nghe bài hát Tore Up

The only time I see you is we're in a crowd,
with you're 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 instagram you post
After the neon smoke, on the 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 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.
Back I had no tattoos, no ID to get in clubs.
We walked broadway at the
lights and night life we never seen.
in those toxic fumes from busses sittin' on 2nd ave.
Trying to sneak into the where
all the big boys to roam around.
I was 130 pounds soakin wet but I like Zeus when you was around.
A long way from those county
and a taste of that city life.
Sweet smell of that Daniel's on cigarette smoke and neon lights.
With L tracks in the background comin' from a cover band and
a homeless on a street corner
killin' it when she plays violin.
Johnny and June on them alley walls we slapped up way back when
We didn't know shit of our just
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 you ride up on the town

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

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 get tore 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 been out of every bar
the one I'm sitting in tonight.
I had 12 drinks and 2 shots
now I'm in the alley smokin' pot.
Put a stone cold into a 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 like I fought a saw blade.
Got on my white suede,
car parked on no pretty lady in the
passenger 'cause the dumb that I made.
I the Chevy it's always her so

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

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