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
Riding on my moped, for fun
Staring into the sun
Oh, the country road is a
With neon lights and night-open
In my jacket, pack of playing
jacks, jokers, and a queen of hearts

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

Why do the people in the country want to look the people in the city
When the people in the city aren't the 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 open and
But most times met those with a narrow mind
With a big black dog to your behind
If they ever find out not one of their kind

All these as I open up a zingo
Friday night at the bingo

So this is they do out here for fun?
They bingo and let their engines run
jackpot is a pig, hey, that's criminal
G-42, ooh, I'm going
I'm gonna gather up a few of my
As many fits into an tent
Just bring your and a bottle of wine
To night's reversal of time

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

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

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