Luyện nghe bài hát Valley Of The Low Sun

We'd feel better if we sunk this treasure
And we our armor down
Now precious metals, these captain's letters
Are no use to us now

Oh, in the day we struggle fatigue
greater than any offer was
We bow down and worship these and cowboys
Unable to hold their own

Now, I know soldiers are not paid to think
But is making us sick
and steady, able and the young
In the of the low, low sun

Oh, in the shade we wander a highway's shoulder
Out the back of beyond
Burning the into a pastime
That's too to come more than once

It's boom, thunder, ain't no sleep coming
Out mining a world
Of covered beaches, junkyards of diesel
And bombers after girls

On bridges of black ice not for the rush
There's a new kind of beast up
Stranger than fiction, speaking in
In the of the low, low sun

I'll hold on for the slow turning, smoke if you've got 'em
This is hiding out, down under the stairs
has come like it's drunk on the blood
Of the men who have dared to be

The earth's climbing as it keeps on grinding
way up around the sun
As cool water down to the masses
Bootlegged and bottled rum

My dreams are and lean as arrows
And streetwise, and fair
As we bum rush the ages tied to the
On seas not fit to be sailed

Whatever we've does feel like heaven
But baby, we look like hell
Now act like you it where paradise was
In the of the low, low sun

Act you mean it where paradise was
In the of low, low sun