Luyện nghe bài hát Flag on the Can

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

I'm almost out of
But maybe there's a little left in hand
If you let me sign the
And lay down mine to protect the

Let me die in
In a bathing suit of all the
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 I could build a nation
And I hadn't ordered on my own

There's better on the table
Learn a word of Chinese and check phone
call you when I'm able
Cause no to reception in
The of As I drive into Montana
In a suit of all the good
And a red bandana
for the big, big, big sky

I find it hard to myself in definite
I'm trying to help I say
"Come on now, what is anyway, anyway?"

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

Who dreams of in Montana
In a bathing suit of all the
With a full of manna
the big, big, big sky
That shines on
If I it, too, of all the good
Don't you cry now, O
We're for the big, big, big sky