Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn Kid

Well I gotta friend lives south of town
Loves to sit and burn one
Spin vinyl on his stereo
now and then he speaks of war
One of duty on a foreign shore
for his way home
Fightin' for his way

home to his native land
Left New York for man
times were in his cards
He met a she met a man
Dropped to his and he took her hand
A simple ain't that hard
No, a simple life all that hard

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

Reflecting on the
Uncle John's Band and a song
like it's supper time
You know it brought a to his eye
The day Jerry 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 of joints and a bottle of wine
You'll be that you did
the Grateful Dead spinnin' round
Kick feet back and be astound
By the life of the kid