Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn Kid

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

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

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

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

try to find it
Make the
A couple of joints and a of wine
You'll be glad you did
With the Grateful spinnin' round
Kick your feet back and be
By the of the Brooklyn kid