Luyện nghe bài hát First Few Desperate Hours

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

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

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

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

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