Luyện nghe bài hát Blues For Sporting Life

Baby blue eyes still burning
like the glow of the pilot light,
the most beautiful that never come true,
castles by the tide,
and you're along for the ride.
We were chasing the sun out on Highway One,
rollin' to Pescadero for some homemade pie.
Back when music mattered more than packaged rock-and-roll,
back before that far-away look in baby blue eyes.
(Bridge:)
But the women can't resist him and the old won't leave him alone.
If you're lookin' for a good time, this man's got the art cold.
He's got a pocket full of sunshine to light up the dawn.
The party's just beginning and else has gone home.
you feel like a slave to this sportin' life,
between pleasure and is the finest line.
Bet all you could for some fast-movin' time.
Calling, raising, drawing on a flush
and the dealer is a friend that you can't trust.
(Bridge:)
The party's beginning and everybody else has gone home.