Luyện nghe bài hát Valley Of The Dead Cars

A box of groceries
clothes, she's torn her knees
In the main chill
She sleeps at night in broke-down
the dreams into her arms
She says, "Junkie-man, your fill."

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

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

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

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

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

They withal in their Japanese cars
They know where the meal bargains are
and they spy by the of the road
in the twilight, rain and
She her thumb in futile haste
Contempt to her is sweet to
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 valley of the cars
at the of a flooded mine
I embrace you hard
and wait for the sun to shine
in the valley of the cars
The valley of the dead