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

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

Mama baking cookies, we were watching cartoons
I her holler from the kitchen
"Which one of you youngen's wants to the spoon?"

Yellow jackets on the watermelon, in the air
Daddy on the sprinkler
Us kids through it in our underwear

Old dog napping on the front porch, his ear just a
Fell asleep on lap
To the sound of his watch ticking

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 again

Me and my best friend set up a backyard camp
Stole one of mama's jars
Poked holes in the lid and a firefly lamp

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

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

There's a blacktop road, a faded centerline
It can you back to the place
But it can't you back in time

Oh, oh, it seem like it was all that long ago
Oh, oh, you can dream about it every now and
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