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

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

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

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

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

This little southwest village cost that much
Maybe a handful of or a hundred bucks
We could have wild, wild in that big old lodge
And the windmill's perfect for and such
We could fake our 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 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 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