Luyện nghe bài hát Family Reserve

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

And my Uncle Wilbert, they all called him
They said for his ways
He'd get drunk in the
And me the rolls of fifties and hundreds
He kept in the box of his old gray Impala

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

Now my second cousin, his was Callaway
He died he'd barely turned two
It was peanut butter and jelly did it
The help she didn't know to do
She just stood there and him turn blue

And all gonna be here forever
So Mama don't you such a stir
Just put down that
And come on and up
The last of the reserve

And my Brian Temple
He he could make it
So the third story he jumped
He missed the swimming pool by inches
And everyone said he was

Now there was Uncle Julius
And there was Aunt Mueller
And Mary and Paul
And there was and Ella
And Alvin and Alec and he owned his own hall

And there are more I
And more I could
Than I could write in a song
But I feel them and I see them laughing
And I hear them along

all gonna be here forever
So Mama you make such a stir
Just put down that
And on and join up
The last of the family