Luyện nghe bài hát Valley Of The Dead Cars

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

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

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

out scootin' by the graveyard
and you're looking for a heart
Could've been your lover but you you never gave
You have to be home
or you'll get smacked 'round the till bedtime
Now you hike the roads on half-shod feet
You the devil, you hump the police
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 true
which was a and disintegrating cottage
overlooking a disused
and we lay there in silence, silence
until just dawn when she rolled over onto me

come 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 her thumb in futile haste
to her is sweet to taste
The told her, "Do not waste sensation."

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

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