Luyện nghe bài hát Valley Of The Dead Cars

A box full of
Rotten clothes, she's her knees
In the main street
She sleeps at night in broke-down
Squirts the into her arms
She says, "Junkie-man, your fill."

Well, she had friends that went and do not write
She says the ones are those who stay behind

In the valley of the dead
they end it all if they could start
sent out their kids to wander the world
Now they can rest at

You're out scootin' by the
and you're looking for a brave
Could've your lover but you said you never gave
You have to be early
or you'll get smacked 'round the head bedtime
Now you the roads on your half-shod feet
You hump the devil, you the police
Criss-cross Harlem playing hide-and-seek with

And now she lurches off as haughty as a
to take the waters in old

So I her back with me to my own true place
was a mildewed and disintegrating cottage
overlooking a waterfall
and we lay there in silence, silence
until just dawn when she rolled over onto me

They come in their Japanese cars
They where the good meal bargains are
and they spy by the side of the
in the twilight, rain and
She juts her thumb in haste
Contempt to her is to taste
The nuns her, "Do not waste sensation."

the towns are all just smoking empty shells
she will still be doing what she does well

In the valley of the cars
at the of a flooded mine
I embrace you hard
and wait for the sun to shine
in the of the dead cars
The valley of the cars