Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Romeo

This is a
best friends

Roy
Was a boy I
he was three
And I was two
Grew up two houses
Down me

The two bad apples
On our tree
Kind of and rotted
In our
Two kindred spirits by destiny

Well now I was
But I lacked
was wild
With no
Was like mixin
Fire and
(And say)

Hey
go down to Mexico
Chase
Drink silly
Show Mexican girls
A of real hillbillies
Got a full of cash
And that old truck
A cat hangin
the mirror for luck
Said you know
All those
Brown-eyed
playboys of the southwestern world

Long
Our year
We two plane tickets
The hell out of
Got
To some town
in Texas

Learned to Sangria
Til the dawns light
Eat eggs
And up all night
And tell daddy's girls
We majoring in a rodeo

Ah but my
memory
At school that
Was the John Roy
Came runnin the hall
Wearin
But boots
And a big
(And he was yellin)

Hey
go down to Mexico
Chase
Drink silly
Show them Mexican
A couple of hillbillies
Got a pocket full of
And old Ford truck
A cat hangin
From the mirror for
Said don't you
All little
Brown-eyed
Want of the southwestern world

And I
We had a
Change in
when Paul McCartney
Got busted in
And I
We got
When we foot
On Mexican
See the guard
the Fu Manchu mustache
Kind of on John's
full of American cash
He
Doin a little business
In Amigo

But all I could about
Was savin my own
he mentioned ten years
In a Mexican
So I to John Roy and said
It's all his now let me go
it was your idea genius
I was just layin in bed
When you

Hey
go down to Mexico
Chase
Drink ourselves
Show them Mexican
A couple of hillbillies
Got a pocket of cash
And that old Ford
A fuzzy cat
From the for luck
Said you know
All those
girls
Want playboys of the southwestern

Ah still best friends
cell mates