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

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

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

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

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

So this is what they do out for fun?
They play bingo and let their run
Tonight's 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 savings and a bottle of
To Friday night's reversal of

This little southwest village shouldn't that much
Maybe a handful of silver or a hundred
We could have wild, wild in that big old lodge
And the windmill's perfect for movies and
We could fake our deaths to get 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 ostrich waiting for you
A glass of apple 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 caught up in
Friday night at the bingo