Luyện nghe bài hát Window's Weed

waitin' 'til my day
that's I pack these tired blues away
that's I go to lay down in my grave
be my dyin' day

wonderin' what I'm for
gonna be your lowdown dog no more
ain't gonna bleach an' your kitchen floor
I wonder what I'm for

making feet for shoes
didn't have the right to 'n choose
didn't know the freedom I lose
in making tiny feet for

dozen to the nine
feels like I'm just servin'
waitin' in goddamn line
hell or heaven I'll be

cookin' in the pan
that's the way life dealt my
that'll be my livin' last
to get somethin' from this

playin' 'round the of time
waitin' for the spark that'll free my
that'll put unhappiness
jus' for an exit sign