Luyện nghe bài hát '69

Flying through the night in a up wagon
A mike up my jacksy
me a beer and I'll stand on a chair
And slip into something
Black Cat Woolwich, The Tiger's
The Cafe des Artistes, The and the Bag O' Nails

I'll see you the Speak'
Your Ma said you slept real good in your last nigth
But you couldn't it down
And you up a damn good fight
at the Old Marquee, spinning Jack a line
Even he knew better me, back in sixty nine

Sixty nine, sixty
Sixty nine, sixty

On the to Paradiso
of your head, got to pay some dues
Rugged looked down as the swallowed
His at the Boathouse, Kew
Hot girls, no AC, cheap TV, on the floor
Hallelujah what's a roadie, my baby sleep no more