Luyện nghe bài hát Valley Of The Dead Cars

A box full of
Rotten clothes, torn her knees
In the main chill
She sleeps at in broke-down cars
Squirts the dreams her arms
She says, "Junkie-man, have fill."

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

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

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

And now she lurches off as haughty as a
to take the in old Skibbereen--CHORUS

So I took her back with me to my own place
which was a mildewed and cottage
overlooking a disused
and we lay there in silence, silence
until just before dawn when she rolled onto me

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

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

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