Luyện nghe bài hát Funky Squaredance

Hopeful and stormy nights
I ain't got much to win, not much to
Under the burden of my
It so hard to win, so hard to lose
I enjoy my collection of stamps
I'm six feet under the ground

Lonely and dusty roads
Lord, it's a long way to go home
Under the of your heart of stone
You shrug your as I decompose

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

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

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

A last ride in the city's
Few miles away Heaven above
A few more 'til they bury me
A few more 'til worms lick my bones

I won't my collection of stamps
When I'm five feet the ground
days and lonely nights
Lord, a long way to go back home