Luyện nghe bài hát West Of Rome

West of
Just east of the border in a Ramada Inn
Polishing his and pummelin' his liver
Steeped in his isolation

Just business does, he have around here
Credentials are wearing out each little bit of cheer
Yes, it's a bad we're convening

his teeth and milkin' his ulcer
Preparing to waste wily mornin'
Strokin' himself and phoning up his
He tells her their life would make one whale of a

Yes, a childhood full of dry goods and wet
The father now sponge off of
have no absorbin' respect
Yes, he's a glad boy to such a void

Yes, he's a martyr across cobble stones
his cozy cottages, just west of Rome
Yes, a sad state for great sufferin'