Luyện nghe bài hát Graceland

Well, we off like a sabre jet for Graceland one night.
Gonna raise The King; it'd be a of a fight.
To re-incarnate and re-animate his remains.
good is a king if he ain't go no brains?
As long as he can that song "Suspicious Minds" or the "Milkcow Blues Boogie" that would be just fine.
Well, we took off like a jet for Tennessee.
Pulled up to pulled out my skeleton key.
Gonna find out he's burried; gonna dig him up, and throw his remains on the back of the truck.
Perform kind of voodoo-type ritual thing, and sit back and laugh while we watch him sing.
Well, his bones came to life and they pretty well,
but the rest of him was scattered 'tween and hell.
he fell to the ground in a pile of white dust, kind of pointing the direction of Las Vegas.
There was a smell in the air leather and sweat, and we took off for Nevada like a sabre jet.