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

In a tiny, southern Swedish country town
Two acres of field and a gas
on my moped, looking for fun
Staring the blood-red sun
Oh, the country is a boulevard
neon lights and night-open bars
In my jacket, pack of playing
Just jacks, jokers, and a queen of

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

Why do the people in the country to look like the people in the city
the people in the city aren't the slightest pretty?
I want the people in the to wear flannel shirts
And saggy all covered in dirt
I want the people in the country to be and kind
But most I've met those with a narrow mind
With a big dog to bite your behind
If they ever find out 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 here for
They play bingo and let 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 of time

This little southwest shouldn't cost that much
Maybe a handful of silver or a bucks
We could have wild, parties in that big old lodge
And the perfect for movies and such
We fake our deaths 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 them copulate is very funny

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

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