Luyện nghe bài hát First Few Desperate Hours

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

We have bad the night he rolls in
We have bad the night he rolls in
And we try to our sprits high
But they flag and wane
the truck pulls up out front
In the spring rain
And they sag like withering
Let the times roll on
Through these first few desperate

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

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

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