Luyện nghe bài hát Travis

I'm not a but I am
I my time in Vietnam
I've got jobs, this is one
Sometimes I that I'd kept my gun

country's going down the tubes
I afford to pay my dues
you've got some sponsorship
For Christ sakes,

get sick
Don't old
be poor
Do what told

Yeah, are you from
Well so am I, I here in 1955
American, half asleep
Same day a rain will
And wash the

The CIA, the KGB
all the same conspiracy
The whole damn country's on the
You better tell your

get sick
Don't old
be poor
Or
Do what you're told

Keep the running
Until we reach our
The grim reaper isn't
He's been otherwise

With apocalypse
And his occupation
the wheel of his taxi cab
Thats me insane

They took 4,000 headers on a bus
'em dribbling at the seaside
Where the sun would them warm
a guy a uniform

They out on the freeway now
Theyre waiting till car breaks down
Don't take the American to bed
One of days you'll wake up dead