Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Jean Blues

I caught the bus out of New
my hat to the land of dreams
Looked out the to try to forget
Where I was goin' figured out yet

Southern got me soaked in sweat
I the cool green lawns of Connecticut
Miles apart, but it's all the road
barbed wire, had to let her go

Side-slippin' blind-sided zydeco
Hi-steppin' don'tcha feel the beat
A wash of comin' down the street
I singed before I felt her

She was a girl
Livin' in a perfect
A tightly packed package from her to her shoes
So stylishly ripped in her blue jean

The wills and of the social fate
Dos and don'ts of etiquette
The riddles of the politically
These are the I just don't seem to get

all adrift in her garden set
I felt like God's own
Miles apart but all the same road
I her hand and said I got to go

She was a girl
Livin' in a perfect
A tightly packed package her head to her shoes
So stylishly ripped in her jean blues

the bullets, hit the bricks
You know I got to get quick
This constant
the imagination

Found myself at the old log inn
skeeters and remembering
Dimpled chin on her pretty face
The of her body I won't soon erase

She was his perfect
Livin' in a world
A tightly packed from her head to her shoes
So stylishly ripped in her blue jean

She was a girl
Livin' in a world
A tightly package from her head to her shoes
So stylishly ripped in her jean blues

She was a perfect
Livin' in a perfect
A tightly packed package from her to her shoes
I'm sittin' all alone with my blue jean