Luyện nghe bài hát Tore Up

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

I still get tore up, I get tore about it (up about it)
I get tore 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, Yeah we ain't as as we once was.
when I had no tattoos, no ID to get in clubs.
We broadway lookin' at the
lights and night that we never seen.
Breathing in those fumes from busses sittin' on 2nd ave.
to sneak into the spots where
all the big used to roam around.
I was 130 pounds soakin wet but I felt like when you was around.
A way from those county roads
and a small taste of city life.
Sweet smell of Jack Daniel's on cigarette smoke and neon lights.
With L tracks in the background from a country cover band and
a homeless lady on a corner
killin' it when she that violin.
Johnny and June on them alley walls that we slapped up way when
We didn't know shit of our just
6 months in havin' our license.
And If these were polaroids these pictures would be priceless.
thoughts up in my head keep replaying 'cause their timeless.
So whenever you ride up on the

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

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 about it up it up about it up about it

Uh, not as young as we was right.
Now been kicked out of every bar
except the one I'm in tonight.
I had about 12 and 2 shots
now I'm in the alley smokin' pot.
Put a stone into a fist fight
some jockey dudes who get roughed up.
But all good 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 the dumb choices that I made.
I the Chevy it's always her so

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

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