Luyện nghe bài hát Tore Up

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

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

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

Uh, we ain't as young 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.
in those toxic fumes from busses sittin' on 2nd ave.
Trying to sneak the spots where
all the big boys used to around.
I was 130 pounds soakin wet but I felt like Zeus you was around.
A long way from county roads
and a small taste of city life.
Sweet smell of that Jack Daniel's on cigarette and neon lights.
With L tracks in the comin' from a country cover band and
a homeless lady on a corner
killin' it when she that violin.
Johnny and June on alley walls that we slapped up way back when
We didn't know shit of our life
6 in from havin' our license.
And If these were polaroids these pictures would be priceless.
These thoughts up in my head keep replaying their timeless.
So whenever you ride up on the

through the times that we had
But the frames I'd like truth down the our music, I feel 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 still get tore up, I still get tore up about it (up it)
I get tore up about it up about it up about it up about it

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

I'm through them sound waves.
One bullet in that pistol Smith and come take the pain 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 get tore up, I still get tore up (about it)
I still get tore up, I still get up about it (up about it)
I still get up about it up
about it up about it up it