Luyện nghe bài hát First Few Desperate Hours

Bad luck comes in Tampa
Bad luck in from Tampa
On the of a truck
Doing up the interstate

We have bad dreams the he rolls in
We bad dreams the night he rolls in
And we try to keep our high
But they and they wane
When the truck up out front
In the spring rain
And they sag withering flowers
Let the good roll on
Through these first few desperate

Yeah the driver drops his at the curb
The driver his cargo at the curb
And the sun in
Like a through the curtain

And when cloven hoof prints turn up in the
when cloven hoof prints turn up in the garden
We keep up the good
We keep our light

But they drop like
And there's a shift
In the way the land
And they like towers
On a struggling to stand
Through first few desperate hours