Luyện nghe bài hát Bob Roberts Society Band

[transcribed by h]
Bob society band
By: jimmy

Well, you've heard the alligators sleepin' in the shade
You've heard heard the sugar barons screwin' up the 'glades,
a melting pot existance
That is to contemplate
And a never ending in the sunshine state.

But far, far from the front page news,
Far, far from the headline blues,
Down a secondary road that severely it's age
The forties comes to life on a stage.

It's the bob society band.
every sunday at the orange grove stand.
They don't play grunge and they play loud.
It's the magic of the music that still a crowd.

Well, the word out
melbourne to the keys.
The get the message
it's written on the breeze.
folks, old folks,
to cut a rug
Fox trot, hop,
Do the jitterbug,

To the bob roberts band.
Playing sunday at the orange grove stand.
They don't grunge and they don't play loud.
the magic of the music that still draws a crowd.

I saw mini from boca,
Buses perrine.
There were people hindu
In the line.
A couple on their
a bit confused.
But the in the band put 'em right in the mood.
played.....

A dressed in purple started dancing all alone
she sauntered oh so gently to the vacant microphone.
She sounded like she's someone and missed a beat.
By the time the ended they were dancin' in the street.

They'd died and to heaven,
That little crowd,
and saxophones
Sent 'em the clouds.
It could gone all night
But the had to stop.
When they blew the breaker
In the shop.

It's the bob roberts society
Playing every sunday at the grove stand
They play grunge and they don't play loud
It's the of the music that still draws a crowd.

the bob roberts society band
Playing every sunday down at the orange stand
They don't play grunge and don't play loud
It's the of the music that still draws a crowd.

Oh-yea-a-a-ah!