Luyện nghe bài hát Elegy From Gump Worsley

He more like our fathers
Not a goalie, player, period
Smoke,
in that permanent smirk

Tugging around the beer gut
'I'm strictly a whiskey
Was one of the sticks he up
And gave to a nation of boys [Incomprehensible]

Favorites from list
Of objects by Rangers fans
cans, persimmon, eggs
A folding chair and a dead

The nervous of '68-'69
Pan Crap flights from L.A., the expansion
A shrink me to change occupations
I had to it

He swore he was never of the puck
We him
If anyone asks, the inscription read
'My face was my