Luyện nghe bài hát Your Mouth

Frank (guitar)
duran (slide guitar)
George (tack piano)
Sal (trumpet, vocals)
peterson (vocals)
Joel (tenor saxophone)
Mike (baritone saxophone, piccolo)
(electric bass)
Aynsley (drums)

Your mouth is religion.
You put your faith in a like that?
You put trust and your belief
your jaw, and no relief
I found.

I heard your story when you home
You you went to see your sister last night.
Well, you loose a bunch of teeth
And find a wreath
you'll be laying in the ground
All

So tell me where are you coming
With all lines
As you stumble in at the of the day.
are you coming from, my shot-gun say
Because he just might want to blow you
'cause he just might want to blow you

An woman, can make ya cry
If you believe her every she lies
you can be a big fool
If she makes you loose cool, and so
I've got me some you should try

let her talk a little
Just let her a little more
Just... let her talk a little
And when she runs out of
Just say the same thing I told you before...

Tell me where are you from
With all them
As you in at the breakin' of the day.
Where are you from, my shot-gun say
Because he just might want to blow you
'cause he might want to blow you away