Luyện nghe bài hát Blues For Sporting Life

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