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

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

My is beating, beating like Ringo
As I pull into the bingo

Why do the people in the country want to look the people in the city
When the people in the city the slightest pretty?
I want the people in the country to flannel shirts
And saggy 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
With a big dog to bite your behind
If they ever find out you're not one of kind

All these thoughts as I up a zingo
Friday night at the drive-in

So this is they do out here for fun?
They play bingo and let 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
bring your savings and a bottle of wine
To Friday reversal of time

This little southwest village cost that much
Maybe a of silver or a hundred bucks
We could have wild, wild parties in big old lodge
And the perfect for movies and such
We could fake our deaths to get money
And take on names, I'd be Snowphish, you'd be Sunny
We could start a little farm little white bunnies
'cause watching them 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 just for you
And all I'm doing is just waiting for you

A daydream, I'm caught up in
Friday night at the drive-in