Luyện nghe bài hát Family Reserve

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

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

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

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

And we're all gonna be here
So Mama you make such a stir
put down that camera
And come on and up
The of the family reserve

And my friend Temple
He thought he make it
So from the third story he
He missed the swimming only by inches
And said he was drunk

Now there was great Uncle
And there was Aunt Annie
And and granddaddy Paul
And there was and Ella
And Alvin and and he owned his own funeral hall

And are more I remember
And more I could
words I could write in a song
But I feel them watching and I see laughing
And I hear singing along

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