Luyện nghe bài hát Tore Up

The only I see you is when we're in a crowd,
with you're friends and I'm
with mine, the musics loud.
You used to be the girl that go out on the town,
Now you these crazy nights on instagram you post about
the neon smoke, on the midtown strip.
When I'm home alone, you're out 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 get tore up about it(up about it),

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

Uh, Yeah we ain't as young as we was.
when 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 busses sittin' on 2nd ave.
Trying to sneak into the spots
all the big used to roam around.
I was 130 pounds soakin wet but I felt like Zeus you was around.
A way from those county roads
and a small of that city life.
Sweet smell of that Daniel's on cigarette smoke and neon lights.
L tracks in the background comin' from a country cover band and
a homeless lady on a street
killin' it when she plays violin.
Johnny and June on them alley that we slapped up way back when
We know shit of our life just
6 in from havin' our license.
And If these words were polaroids these pictures be priceless.
These thoughts up in my head keep replaying 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 up, I still get tore up (about it)
I still get up, I still get tore up about it (up about it)
I still get tore up it up about it up about it up about it

Uh, not as young as we was right.
Now I've kicked out of every bar
the one I'm sitting in tonight.
I had about 12 and 2 shots
now I'm in the back alley pot.
Put a stone cold into a 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 on strip
it like I fought a saw blade.
Got alcohol on my suede,
car on broadway no pretty lady in the
passenger 'cause the dumb choices I made.
I start the it's always her so

I'm bumpin' them sound waves.
One bullet in that pistol Smith and Wesson take the pain away
I talk to my self and tell my sober self I can't take me
so I pull the gun on my half like why you always blamin' 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 get tore up, I still get tore up about it (up about it)
I still get tore up it up
about it up about it up it