Luyện nghe bài hát Family Reserve

When I saw the
Screaming down Street
I didn't it a thought
But it was my Uncle
He on October the second 1981

And my Uncle
all called him Skinner
They for his younger ways
He'd get drunk in the
And me the rolls of fifties and hundreds
He kept in the glove box of his old Impala

And we're all gonna be here
So don't you make such a stir
Now put down camera
And come on and up
The of the family reserve

Now my second
His was Callaway
He died when barely turned two
It was butter and jelly that did it
The help she didn't know to do
She just stood and watched him turn blue

And we're all gonna be here
So don't you make such a stir
Just put that camera
And on and join up
The last of the reserve

And my friend Temple
He thought he make it
So the third story he jumped
He the swimming pool
Only by
And said he was drunk

Now there was Uncle Julius
And Aunt Mueller
And Mary and Granddaddy
And there was Hanna and
And Alvin and
He his own funeral hall

And are more I remember
And I could mention
Than words I could in a song
But I feel watching
And I see them
And I hear them singing

We're all be here forever
So don't you make such a stir
put down that camera
And come on and up
The last of the family