Luyện nghe bài hát Folk Singer

Like a folk singer's song I'm on
And I'm not the kind of man that acts very
When the girls are on
When the girls are on
If you tied my hands and put on my feet
I can picture myself walking down any
people that I meet
Looks like to me
Every single day at eleven I'm in bed in sleep heaven
'cause my girl leaves at seven ain't got time for my bedn'in
She said stop pretendin' you're not JOhn
Will I get over this
Having your lips with a kiss
You can cross me off your
Take these cuffs from off my
And your fists
as I'm well I'm gonna leave my house
Become more of a man and less a mouse
Drive my car down to the Mississippi's mouth
In the of Mexico I'll get soused
Every I made in the shade of Esplanade
I've saved in a song that I play when I'm
Of a scale air-raid
From the choices I've made
When I heard the news about the dues
And how each time I lose no matter which I choose
I put on my shows
And I just cruised (and you I got bruised)
It was fun while it until it was blasted
Right out of the water and into
Now he feels shafted and already past it
like elastic and he's so spastic