Luyện nghe bài hát Flag on the Can

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

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

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

Once the cash in the backpacks and the funds is gone
And all the Brink's have gone
Do you really think I could build a
And I hadn't ordered on my own

There's fortunes on the table
Learn a of Chinese and check your phone
call you when I'm able
Cause no to reception in
The congestions of As I drive into
In a bathing suit of all the
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, what is anyway, anyway?"

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

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