Luyện nghe bài hát The Devil In Mexico

Well I'll take two said the devil to the man
and layed a little on the bar
well lord knows the devil he talks shit
and drinks whiskey from the jar
and his hands raw and his eyes were cold
and his breath was alcohol and the sound of his voice it never got old
and he talked and talked and talked through the
kept sippin his shine the mornin' light
tumbled in through the shades and as he to go
i put bullets in his back.

well the bleedin' crude oil from a hole in his chest
and its panging on the bedpan drippin the bedsheets
and all the are putting pails beneath his wounds
and the oil at the market
well his ain't made of nothin but piss and vinegar
and his boots have trampled more you would know
and his breath has split open the on the sill
its so cold in here since you brought in the snow

Black heart oil in the pan,
dealin' insults with his free
in this bed bleedin'
Black heart you shot the plan to and the apathy ate you up inside

Like slivers of inside your food
the poison inside you
and you eat until you're
and you eat you're full
he lit the fires inside your belly of medicine and whiskey
all the aspirin, valium, codiene pills and rum