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

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

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

Yellow on the watermelon, honeysuckle in the air
turning on the sprinkler
Us running 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 pocket ticking

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

Me and my best Jenny 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 of the kiss
I was too to give him

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

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

Oh, oh, it doesn't seem like it was all long ago
Oh, oh, you can dream 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