Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn Kid

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

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

A new on the ground
Nothin' in the world could him down
like he had wings
Several years and went
Not one of was poorly spent
A man's life he was chiselin'
Yeah, a good man's life he was

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

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