Luyện nghe bài hát Same In The End

Down in Mississippi where the sun beats down the sky
They give it up and they give it up and they give it up but never ask why
was a rollin', rollin' stone, oh
He rolled away one day and he never came

It hard to understand
This ain't Hitler's plan
What it to be a man
Ooh, in my mind, in my
I roll it over a steamin' freight train
It hard to ascertain

You only see what you to believe
When you light up in the with those tricks up your sleeve
That mean I can't hang
The day I die will be the day that I

Shut my mouth and put my guitar
Sunday hold church down at the bar
Get down on knees and start to pray
Oh, pray my rash will go away

Back up y'all, it me
Kentucky Fried is all that I see
It's a hellified way to start day
If I make you cry all
Me and daddy are gonna have a fist
It personal, it ain't me

I only am what you me to be
I'm a backward ass hillbilly, I'm butkiss
You know I lie, I get
I'm a thief in the dark, I'm a machine

I'm a triple ass son of a bitch
Rec-tite on my ass and it me itch
I can see for miles and and miles, oh
My broken makes me smile

In my mind, in my
I go back and go completely
It ain't personal, it me
If I you cry I might
Be your at the end of the night
Take a from my big gun

You see what you want to believe
When you creep the back I got tricks up my sleeve
the Devils best friend
Makes no it's all the same in the end