Luyện nghe bài hát Tore Up

The time I see you is when we're in a crowd,
with you're friends and I'm
with mine, the bumpin' loud.
You used to be the girl didn't go out on the town,
Now you have these crazy on instagram you post about
After the neon smoke, on the strip.
I'm home alone, you're out with your friends.

I get tore up, I still get tore about it (up about it)
I still get tore up, I still get up (about it)
I still get tore up, I still get tore up it(up about it),

I still get tore up about it up it up about it up about it

Uh, Yeah we ain't as as we once was.
Back I had no tattoos, no ID to get in clubs.
We broadway lookin' at the
lights and night that we never seen.
Breathing in those toxic fumes from busses on 2nd ave.
to sneak into the spots where
all the big used to roam around.
I was 130 pounds soakin wet but I felt like Zeus you was around.
A long way from county roads
and a taste of that city life.
Sweet smell of that Jack Daniel's on cigarette and neon lights.
With L tracks in the background comin' a country cover band and
a homeless on a street corner
killin' it she plays that violin.
Johnny and June on them alley that we slapped up way back when
We didn't know shit of our life
6 months in from our license.
And If words were polaroids these pictures would be priceless.
These thoughts up in my head keep 'cause their timeless.
So whenever you ride up on the

choose through the that we had
But the frames I'd like truth down the strip our music, I bad.

I still get tore up, I get tore about it (up about it)

I still get tore up, I still get up (about it)
I get tore up, I still get tore up about it (up about it)
I still get tore up about it up about it up it up about it

Uh, not as young as we was right.
Now I've kicked out of every bar
except the one I'm in tonight.
I had about 12 and 2 shots
now I'm in the alley smokin' pot.
Put a stone cold a fist fight
some jockey dudes who get roughed up.
But it's all good that Jack Daniel's got me up it's always.
I'm gonna leave this thing on
it like I fought a saw blade.
Got alcohol on my suede,
car parked on broadway no lady in the
passenger 'cause the choices that I made.
I start the it's always her so

I'm bumpin' through them waves.
One bullet in that pistol Smith and Wesson come take the away
I talk to my drunk self and tell my sober I can't take me
so I pull the gun on my other half like why you always me

I still get tore up, I still get about it (up about it)
I still get up, I still get tore up (about it)
I still get tore up, I still get tore up about it (up it)
I get tore up about it up
it up about it up about it