Luyện nghe bài hát Bob

He spent fifteen years loaded
years 'till his liver exploded
What's Bob gonna do now he can't drink?

The said, "What were you thinkin' 'bout?"
Bob said, "That's the point, I wasn't 'bout nothing
I do something else"
Oi, oi, oi

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

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

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

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

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