Luyện nghe bài hát Underground Elite

Mississippi moonshine's got me doubled over laughing in
Back at the Chevron the chicken wings made you feel 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 Mississippi river Greasy Spoon in Southern
Skimming the scrawl of the underground elite retorts
I see a beacon to the traveler paraphrased, 'Sweet and

A word to the
A to the philosopher
A hand to the
A gift to the

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

Mister blister on the fumes of a day hard earned
A bullet through the blue highways 'till the whole world is turned
We're 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 second to on a peculiarity
Every stop we've has shared a certain similarity
are juices and there's candies
And sodas of all brand names
But the message on the from town to town has been the same

A word to the
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

Permanent marker a fat tip
Scratch off the paint a dime
Grease up the mirror with lipstick
A revolution is not a

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

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

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

Don't take my
you do
Don't my advice