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

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

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

Why do the in the country want to look like the people in the city
When the people in the city aren't the pretty?
I the people in the country to wear flannel shirts
And jeans all covered in dirt
I the people in the country to be open and kind
But most times I've met those a narrow mind
a big black dog to bite your behind
If they ever out you're not one of their 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 and let their 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 fits an army tent
Just bring savings and a bottle of wine
To night's reversal of time

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

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

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