Luyện nghe bài hát Funky Squaredance

Hopeful days and stormy
I ain't got much to win, not to lose
Under the of my loneliness
It feels so to win, so hard to lose
I won't my collection of stamps
When I'm six under the ground

Lonely streets and dusty
Lord, it's a long way to go back
the burden of your heart of stone
You shrug shoulders as I decompose

Please a eye on those red haired boys
Someday they'll play drum with my
Now you're chewing gum on my
Take me where I to be

I can't that you want me to wear
The evening tails will fit my corpse
I don't a tuxedo
There's no in the after world

I only just left my bed
And you're making curtains out of my
Don't you dig my grave with excavator
Use a blood stained sword and a snow-white horse,

A ride in the city's hearse
Few miles away from above
A few more minutes 'til bury me
A few more weeks worms lick my bones

I enjoy my collection of stamps
When I'm five under the ground
Stormy days and lonely
Lord, it's a long way to go back