Luyện nghe bài hát First Few Desperate Hours

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

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

Yeah the driver his cargo at the curb
The driver 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 good
We our spirits light

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