Luyện nghe bài hát Family Reserve

When I saw the
Screaming down Street
I give it a thought
But it was my Uncle
He on October the second 1981

And my Uncle Wilbert, all called him 'Skinner'
said for his younger ways
He'd get in the morning
And me the rolls of fifties and hundreds
He in the glove box of his old gray Impala

And all gonna be here forever
So Mama don't you make a stir
Now put down that
And come on and up
The last of the 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 what to do
She just stood there and watched him blue

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

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

Now there was Uncle Julius
And was Aunt Annie Mueller
And and granddaddy Paul
And there was Hanna and
And Alvin and and he owned his own funeral hall

And there are I remember
And I could mention
Than words I write in a song
But I feel them watching and I see laughing
And I hear them along

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