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

(Chuck / Allen Shamblin / Austin Cummingham)

Old tin roof, in the gutter
A hole in the screen door big as your fist, and on the butter
Mamaw sugar cookies, we were watching cartoons
Heard her holler from the kitchen which one of you youngin's to lick the spoon?
jackets 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 ticking

Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh
It doesn't seem it was all that 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 set up a back yard camp
Stole one of Mama's Mason jars, poked holes in the lid and a fire fly lamp
Me and Billy Monroe sneaking by the river
And I'm still haunted by the taste kiss I was too scared to him

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

a black-top road, a faded yellow centerline
It can take you back to the place, but it can't you back in time

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

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