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

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

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

Why do the people in the country want to look 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 all covered in dirt
I want the people in the country to be open and
But most I've met those with a narrow mind
With a big dog to bite your behind
If they ever find out you're not one of 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 into an army tent
Just your savings and a bottle of wine
To night's reversal of time

This southwest village shouldn't cost that much
Maybe a handful of or a hundred bucks
We could have wild, wild parties in 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 watching 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 just for you
And all I'm doing here is just for you

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