Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Jean Blues

I the bus out of New Orleans
my hat to the land of dreams
Looked out the window to try to
Where I was goin' ain't out yet

Summer's 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

Side-slippin' zydeco feet
Hi-steppin' jumpin' feel the beat
A wash of noise comin' down the
I singed I felt her heat

She was a perfect
Livin' in a world
A packed package from her head to her shoes
So stylishly in her blue jean blues

The and won'ts of the social fate
Dos and of cultural etiquette
The of the politically correct
These are the things I don't seem to get

I've all in her garden set
I felt like own patriot
Miles apart but it's all the same
I kissed her hand and I got to go

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

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

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

She was his perfect
Livin' in a troubled
A tightly package from her head to her shoes
So stylishly ripped in her jean blues

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

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