Luyện nghe bài hát West Of Rome

West of
Just east of the border in a Ramada Inn
Polishing his boots and his liver
Steeped in his dark

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

Brushin' his teeth and 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 and wet neglect
The they now sponge off of
They have no absorbin'
Yes, he's a glad boy to have a void

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