Luyện nghe bài hát Valley Of The Dead Cars

A box of groceries
clothes, she's torn her knees
In the street chill
She at night in broke-down cars
Squirts the dreams her arms
She says, "Junkie-man, your 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 end it all if they could start
They sent out kids to wander the world
Now can rest at last

You're out by the graveyard
and looking for a brave heart
Could've been your lover but you said you gave
You to be home early
or you'll get 'round the head till bedtime
Now you hike the roads on your half-shod
You hump the devil, you the police
Criss-cross Harlem playing with death

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

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

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

the towns are all just smoking empty shells
she will still be here doing what she 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 valley of the cars
The of the dead cars