Luyện nghe bài hát Flies on the Butter (You Can't Go Home Again)

(Chuck / Allen Shamblin / Austin Cummingham)

Old tin roof, leaves in the
A hole in the screen door big as your fist, and on the butter
Mamaw sugar cookies, we were watching cartoons
her holler from the kitchen which one of you youngin's wants to lick the spoon?
Yellow on the watermelon, honeysuckle in the air
Daddy turning on the sprinkler, us kids running through it in our
Old dog on the front porch, his ear just a-twitching
Fell asleep on Granddaddy's lap to the sound of his pocket watch

Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh
It doesn't seem like it was all long ago
Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh
You can dream about it every now and
But you can't go again

Me and my best friend Jenny set up a back yard
Stole one of Mama's jars, poked holes in the lid and made a fire fly lamp
Me and Billy Monroe down by the river
And I'm still haunted by the taste kiss I was too to give him

Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh
It doesn't seem like it was all long ago
Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh
You can dream it every now and then
But you can't go home

There's a road, a faded yellow centerline
It can take you back to the place, but it take you back in time

Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh
It doesn't like it was all that long ago
Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh
You can dream about it now and then
But you can't go home

Old tin roof, in the gutter
A hole in the door big as your fist, and flies on the butter