Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Jean Blues

I the bus out of New Orleans
Tipped my hat to the of dreams
Looked out the to try to forget
I was goin' ain't figured out yet

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

blind-sided zydeco feet
Hi-steppin' don'tcha feel the beat
A wash of noise comin' down the
I singed before I her heat

She was a girl
Livin' in a world
A tightly packed from her head 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 correct
These are the I just don't seem to get

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

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

the bullets, hit the bricks
You I got to get away quick
This constant
Staggers the

Found myself at the old log inn
Swattin' and remembering
Dimpled chin on her pretty face
The curves of her body I soon erase

She was his perfect
in a troubled world
A packed package from her head to her shoes
So stylishly ripped in her blue jean

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

She was a perfect
in a perfect world
A tightly packed package her head to her shoes
I'm sittin' all with my blue jean blues