Luyện nghe bài hát Flag on the Can

hen I drink a Bud Light do I America?
Or only there's a flag on the can
And when I sit down and write a
Can I be more than just another sad, man?

I'm out of favors
But there's a little love left in hand
If you let me the papers
And lay mine to protect the branches

Let me die in
In a bathing of all the good
To a of "Hosanna"
to the big, big, big sky

Once the in the backpacks and the slush funds is gone
And all the Brink's gone home
Do you really think I could a nation
And I ordered this on my own

better fortunes on the table
Learn a word of Chinese and your phone
I'll call you when I'm
Cause no respect to in
The congestions of As I into Montana
In a suit of all the good
And a classic red
for the big, big, big sky

I find it hard to express myself in
When I'm trying to I say
"Come on now, is philosophy anyway, anyway?"

When I drink a Bud Light do I love
Or when there's a flag on the can
And when I sit down and a record
Can I be than just a sad, sad, white man?

Who of dying in Montana
In a suit of all the good
With a belly full of
the big, big, big sky
That on Montana
If I it, too, of all the good
you cry now, O Susanna
We're for the big, big, big sky