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
Staring the blood-red sun
Oh, the country is a boulevard
neon lights and night-open bars
In my jacket, pack of cards
jacks, jokers, and a queen of hearts

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

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

All these thoughts as I open up a
Friday 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 gather up a few of my friends
As many fits into an tent
Just bring savings and a bottle of wine
To Friday night's reversal of

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

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

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