Luyện nghe bài hát The Bottle's Lookin' Better

Goin with the rest of the rats on this stinkin ship
Gonna drown in this dirty sea that like shit
Another night coated with blood, and spit
up again with a face full of floor
in another town I`ve left before
at another with all the memories that I could hoard
You can try to us down but we won't submit
A mouthful of slogans might as be shit
It all tastes the to a bunch of hypocrites
We the land, livin' in a van
hosing wherever we can
and I trace it all back to six in Amsterdam
I`m tired but I`m I took the path that was most resistant
I've covered so distance, I never asked for any assistance
bottom ain't that bad, the bottle's lookin' better every night
to this lad, I can't measure my wealth by the I have
but I`ll tight tonight
Sweatin' blood to make it
I woke up alone again in a somewhere in Koln
I can still the blood I've left on every microphone
Cutler Ridge to the Berlin Wall
throwin' up blood and
an engine but I found myself in a whack shack in Arkansas
The suits came knockin', said they
some fat cat asshole seeking
for an american dream his -AAA-dvertisment
Another time, murder on my
a cold shiver down my spine
I can trace it all to these feelings I confine