Luyện nghe bài hát First Street Blues

Don Lowance, the man who guitar with me, and I
Were born in a small
And we kinda think it was a different sort of
Town in our town, we had a dragon and people
to make up stories about the dragon

Sinse the were made up most of them started:
"Once a time, there was a very friendly dragon"
Except people didn't have any way of that the
Dragon was friendly so shot at him with guns and
Threw rocks at him. And the dragon a sort of a
Poor sport, he ate a lot of those up

Now, the was messing up their senses, something
Fierce until one day he wandered the store that
Sold spirits, and after a fast brunch of the
Owner and four emplyees, he into this wine

And that did it, from day on the dragon was not
Only a friendly dragon, he was a happy dragon

And now all he does is walk up and down the of
Our small and tap people on their shoulders and
Ask them for a change so he can buy some of that
Stuff that he likes than people

Buddy can you a dime
For a little glass of
don't you pity me
Just one drink I'll be
In a all my own
The only place I home
no hurt can get to me
And no one but me can see

Pretty dance and sing
Laughter is a common
Where no hate has been
'Cause I let it in
By the warm flame
Every grape calls my name
As it climbs on the
And makes the fire higher

Higher than it's ever
Time and space mean then
I fall about a or two
So me if I ask you
Buddy can you spare a

And that's the story of the little that Don and I
Was in and our dragon, fairly strange story