Luyện nghe bài hát While The World Goes Down The Drain

Some kids grow up on streets
Dealing with the crypts and
But me, I was born on a road
In a 4x4 through the mud

The street kid with the dealer
And he's always watchin' his
Me, I'm a watchin' a line with the woman of
Down by the bank shack

Give me a .308 and a
And a gallon of homemade
Drop me off on a mountain
Where the bear and the deer

I'll spend my nights sittin' the fire
this guitar ring
I'll be fine underneath the pines
While the world goes down the

Just to dwell on in the city
Is makin' my run cold
'Cause and miles of concrete
away at the human soul

But when you and you die in the country
little that your heart could mourn
With your in the dirt
And a little work you can weather out any

me a .308 and a shotgun
And a gallon of homemade
Drop me off on a mountain
Where the bear and the deer

I my nights sittin' 'round the fire
this guitar ring
I'll be doin' underneath the pines
While the goes down the drain

Give me a .308 and a
And a of homemade wine
Drop me off on a mountain
Where the bear and the deer

I spend my nights 'round the fire
Makin' this guitar
I'll be fine underneath the pines
the world goes down the drain

I'll be doin' fine the pines
While the world goes the drain
C'mon!