Luyện nghe bài hát First Few Desperate Hours

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

We have bad dreams the night he in
We have bad dreams the night he in
And we try to keep our high
But they and they wane
When the truck pulls up out
In the light spring
And they sag like withering
Let the good times on
Through these first few desperate

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

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

But drop like flies
And a stomach-churning shift
In the way the land
And they lean towers
On a hillside struggling to
Through these few desperate hours