Luyện nghe bài hát Valley Of The Dead Cars

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

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

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

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

And now she lurches off as as a queen
to the waters in old Skibbereen--CHORUS

So I took her with me to my own true place
which was a mildewed and disintegrating
a disused waterfall
and we lay there in silence, fruitless
just before dawn when she rolled over onto me

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

When the towns are all just smoking shells
she will still be here doing what she does

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