Luyện nghe bài hát Friday Night At The Drive-In Bingo

In a tiny, southern Swedish country town
Two acres of and a gas station
Riding on my moped, for fun
into the blood-red sun
Oh, the road is a boulevard
With neon and night-open bars
In my jacket, pack of cards
Just jacks, jokers, and a queen of

My heart is beating, like Ringo
As I pull into the drive-in

Why do the people in the country want to look like the in the city
When the people in the city the slightest pretty?
I want the people in the country to flannel shirts
And jeans all covered in dirt
I want the people in the country to be and kind
But most times I've met with a narrow mind
a big black dog to bite your behind
If they find out you're not one of their kind

All these as I open up a zingo
night at the drive-in bingo

So this is what they do out for fun?
They play and let their engines run
Tonight's jackpot is a pig, hey, that's
G-42, ooh, I'm diagonal
I'm gonna gather up a few of my
As many fits an army tent
Just your savings and a bottle of wine
To Friday night's of time

This little village shouldn't cost that much
Maybe a of silver or a hundred bucks
We could have wild, parties in that big old lodge
And the windmill's perfect for movies and
We could fake our deaths to get money
And take on names, I'd be Snowphish, you'd be Sunny
We could start a farm with little white bunnies
Just watching them copulate is very funny

There's a cow and an just waiting for you
A glass of cider just waiting for you
The of 1952 just waiting for you
And all I'm doing is just waiting for you

A daydream, I'm up in limbo
Friday at the drive-in bingo