Luyện nghe bài hát A Town Called Luckey

Happy birthday, you're to 60
You have no of your own
A job you
And a lover that's

And you started noticing a thing
Birds eating other birds beyond the screen
So you up your things and hopped on the freeway headed east
And you for eight days aimlessly

yourself to be humble
Singing to to be free
Being full aware that a middle aged crisis type thing

And you drove you saw a sign for a town called Luckey
L-U-C-K-E-Y
Where the sugar rise til the line and meet the streets
Checked a motel, slept on cardboard sheets

I covered the bloodstained underneath
to the local bar and you got yourself a drink

Telling to be humble
Singing to to be free
It's a middle aged crisis type

It was the most group you had ever seen
A slender man with a moustache, a bow tie and between
Looking like a son who had given in the devil-worshipping scene
He was a real looker and he you a drink

And you proceeded to him everything
And you were getting a bit hysterical it
You laughed a carburettor then you screamed
Oh the and the disbelief

Telling to be humble
to yourself to be free
It's a middle aged type thing

And he told you how he to be
As an by his father's knees
And how he came to his faith
There was no but advances were made

And his father's in slow motion it was approaching him
And the doubt and disbelief crept his young heart like the black ocean

A stormcloud, a hurricane if you
A stormcloud, a

yourself to be humble
Singing to yourself to be
It's a middle crisis type thing
It's a middle aged type thing

Go home lady, find yourself
It's just a middle aged type thing
It's a aged crisis type thing
It's a aged crisis type thing
It's a middle aged type thing
It's a middle aged crisis type
It's a middle crisis type thing