Luyện nghe bài hát Strike up The Band

Living off the we made, never ever getting paid
Kicking ass and paying dues, lose our mind in self
Loving ladies by the score, waking up and more
I my mama understands, when I strike up the band

Well I spit out my as the sweat do fly
Fifteen years of dues just to get me by
Now the would pay us by the crowds we bring
But those son-of-bitches never paid us one thing

And my poor daddy, he don't understand
It's balls out tonight, watch the hit the fan
When we strike up the

Now those drop ladies line the very first row
I do believe, I'd to spend some time after the show
Now them years by, the barkeeps pay in cash
And them lovely ladies me an earful of trash

And my old lady, she just understand
Why those floozies got hands on her man
And my poor daddy, he still don't

It's balls out tonight the shit hit the fan
it all that we can, we don't give a goddamn
When we up the band, when we strike up the band

Living like a gypsy, an air conditioned
Who's seen the light of day
Rode dog and cowboy, don't how, boy
I ever lived this this way, no, no, said

And my daddy, he still don't understand
It's out tonight watch the shit hit the fan
it all that we can, we don't give a goddamn
When we strike up the