Luyện nghe bài hát Bob

He fifteen years getting loaded
Fifteen years his liver exploded
What's Bob do now that he can't drink?

The said, "What were you thinkin' 'bout?"
Bob said, "That's the point, I wasn't thinkin' 'bout
I gotta do else"
Oi, oi, oi

To pass the time he and shaved his head, a new identity
Twelve holed Martin boots
And a girl who rides a

take him out of town
They would get away riding around as the trucks by
You could here the go

A couple of lines, an thermos of Joe
be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show
Bob's the kinda guy who knows
the kinda guy who knows just what to do

When the doctor tells him to quit your drinkin' all the
Will he ever walk the line to all my I feel fine
But will he ever walk the kickin' ass and bustin' heads
Red suspenders, a day he shaves his head

But will he ever the line?
But will he ever walk the
But will he ever the line?
But will he walk the line?
But will he ever walk the