Luyện nghe bài hát Sacred Cowboys

(woo, hey)
Mira, mira, mira, andale, andale, yeah-ow!

With a of irony, everyone you see
Is chasing illusions
a dive, or sink, or swim
But in the end you're in the same
In your world, escape is
The nonsense is all you need to know
In the of dreams, you make the right connections
Then be the hero...ecstasy
The cult of provides our institutions
You can live with a grave that stands
Where people used to
You can join the saviors of our
circling overhead my sky
Like the sin of gluttony won't set you
(but betty can help you try)

You can get all the things you needed
You can sell people and make them eat it

But is our john wayne?
Where's our sacred cowboy
are the indians on the hill?
There's no indians to kill

People die oxygen
And all their money can't afford a
starving everywhere
And staring in the of death
and politicians
Lying in their bed
You can be the of the poor
Making up the policies to open up the door...

You can get all the things you never
You can sell people and make them eat it

is our john wayne?
Where's our sacred cowboys
Where are the on the hill?
There's no indians left to

Where is our wayne?
our sacred cowboy now?
Where are the on the hill?
There's no indians left to

You can get all the things you needed
You can sell people and make them eat it
Eat it

There is no wayne
Where's our sacred now?
Where are the indians on the
no indians left to kill

Where is our john
Where's our sacred cowboy
Where are the indians on the
There's no left to...