Luyện nghe bài hát First Few Desperate Hours

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

We bad dreams the night he rolls in
We bad dreams the night he rolls in
And we try to keep our sprits
But they 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 desperate

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

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

But they drop like
And a stomach-churning shift
In the way the lies
And they like towers
On a hillside struggling to
Through first few desperate hours