Luyện nghe bài hát Flies On The Butter (You Can't Go Home Again)

Old tin roof, leaves in the
A hole in the screen door big as fist
And flies on the

Mama baking sugar cookies, we watching cartoons
I heard her from the kitchen
"Which one of you youngen's to lick the spoon?"

jackets on the watermelon, honeysuckle in the air
Daddy turning on the
Us running through it in our underwear

Old dog napping on the porch, his ear just a twitching
asleep on granddaddy's lap
To the sound of his watch ticking

Oh, oh, it doesn't like it was all that long ago
Oh, oh, you can dream about it every now and
But you go home again

Me and my friend Jenny set up a backyard camp
Stole one of mason jars
Poked in the lid and made a firefly lamp

Me and Monroe, sneaking down by the river
I'm still haunted by the taste of the
I was too to give him

Oh, oh, it doesn't seem like it was all long ago
Oh, oh, you can about it every now and then
But you go home again

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

Oh, oh, it doesn't seem like it was all that ago
Oh, oh, you can dream about it every now and
But you can't go home

Old tin roof, leaves in the
A hole in the screen door big as fist
And on the butter