Luyện nghe bài hát First Few Desperate Hours

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

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

Yeah the drops his cargo 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
Yeah when cloven hoof prints up in the garden
We up the good fight
We our spirits light

But they like flies
And there's a stomach-churning
In the way the land
And they like towers
On a hillside struggling to
these first few desperate hours