Luyện nghe bài hát Valley Of The Dead Cars

A box of groceries
Rotten clothes, she's torn her
In the street chill
She sleeps at in broke-down cars
the dreams into her arms
She says, "Junkie-man, have fill."

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

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

out scootin' by the graveyard
and you're looking for a heart
been your lover but you said you never gave
You have to be early
or you'll get smacked 'round the till bedtime
Now you hike the roads on your feet
You hump the devil, you hump the
Harlem playing hide-and-seek with death

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

So I took her back with me to my own true
which was a mildewed and disintegrating
overlooking a disused
and we lay there in silence, silence
just before 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, and storm
She juts her in futile haste
Contempt to her is to taste
The told her, "Do not waste sensation."

When the are all just smoking empty shells
she will be here doing what she does well

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