Luyện nghe bài hát First Few Desperate Hours

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

We have bad the night he rolls in
We bad dreams the night he rolls in
And we try to keep our sprits
But they flag and they
When the truck up out front
In the light rain
And they sag withering flowers
Let the times roll on
Through these first few hours

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

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

But drop like flies
And there's a stomach-churning
In the way the lies
And lean like towers
On a struggling to stand
Through these first few desperate