Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn Kid

Well I gotta friend that south of town
Loves to sit and one down
Spin some vinyl on his
now and then he speaks of war
One tour of duty on a foreign
for his way home
for his way home

Returnin' home to his land
New York for Texas man
Quieter were in his cards
He met a she met a man
Dropped to his knees and he took her
A simple life ain't hard
No, a simple life all that hard

A new generation on the
Nothin' in the world bring him down
Flyin' he had wings
years came and went
Not one of was poorly spent
A good life he was chiselin'
Yeah, a man's life he was chiselin'

Reflecting on the
Uncle John's and a Dylan song
like it's supper time
You know it brought a to his eye
The day that Garcia died
He said he was the genius of his
Yeah, A of the Devil is a Friend of Mine

Don't try to it
the time
A couple of joints and a of wine
You'll be glad you did
With the Dead spinnin' round
Kick your feet and be astound
By the life of the kid