Luyện nghe bài hát Underground Elite

Mississippi moonshine's got me doubled over laughing in
Back at the Chevron the chicken made you feel just the same
bucket of bayou that licked you like a five pound block of salt
I through it to the puppy was yappin' on the hot asphalt

The wisest word I ever heard was written on that wall
In the river Greasy Spoon in Southern Arkansas
Skimming 'cross the of the underground elite retorts
I see a beacon to the paraphrased, 'Sweet and Short'

A to the wise
A to the philosopher
A hand to the
A gift to the

you do, don't
Whatever you do,
you do,
Don't my advice

Mister blister burning on the of a day hard earned
A bullet through the blue highways the whole damn world is turned
driving and we're driving until driving it don't feel real
But it's so all you do is get some sleep behind the wheel

Take a to reflect on a peculiarity
Every we've made has shared a certain similarity
There are and there's candies
And there's sodas of all brand
But the message on the from town to town has been the same

A to the wise
A breath to the
A hand to the
A to the masses

you do, don't
Whatever you do,
you do
Don't take my

Permanent with a fat tip
off the paint with a dime
Grease up the mirror with some
A is not a crime

Finally before my eyes it was for me to see
At a truck in the lonely hills of Eastern Tennessee
I'd you how I felt if I could but I just can't
When I happened on bathroom with a fresh coat of paint

A word to the
A breath to the
A hand to the
A gift to the

Whatever you do,
you do, don't
you do
Don't my advice

take my advice
you do
Don't my advice