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

In a tiny, tiny southern Swedish country
Two of field and a gas station
Riding on my moped, for fun
Staring into the sun
Oh, the country road is a
With neon and night-open bars
In my jacket, of playing cards
Just jacks, jokers, and a queen of

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

Why do the people in the country want to like the people in the city
the people in the city aren't the slightest pretty?
I want the people in the country to flannel shirts
And saggy jeans all in dirt
I the people in the country to be open and kind
But times I've 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 thoughts as I open up a zingo
Friday night at the drive-in

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

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 for movies and such
We could our deaths to get insurance money
And take on names, I'd be Snowphish, you'd be Sunny
We could 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 cider waiting for you
The of 1952 just waiting for you
And all I'm doing here is waiting for you

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