Luyện nghe bài hát First Few Desperate Hours

Bad luck comes in Tampa
Bad luck in from Tampa
On the back of a
ninety up the interstate

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

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

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 spirits

But they drop like
And there's a stomach-churning
In the way the lies
And they like towers
On a hillside to stand
these first few desperate hours