Luyện nghe bài hát First Street Blues

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pretty flowers and sing
Laughter is a common
Where no hate has been
I won't let it in
By the purple flame
Every little grape calls my
As it climbs on the
And makes the fire higher

Higher than it's been
Time and mean nothing then
I fall about a or two
So me if I ask you
can you spare a dime

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