Luyện nghe bài hát Homemade Music

I no video king
I have to sing for my supper each night
You on the benches
I in the trenches beneath the big spotlights

Lived in a suitcase for half of my
I got strange little voices, in my ears
Hall monster, monster, I can't be the old me no more

Homemade ain't on the radio
music, searchin' high and low
Homemade music, did all the good songs go?

is a pleasure
Singin' is a treasure that most don't
There no harm in tellin'
I likes to eat my melon right on to the rind

I had a girlfriend when I was a kid
She and went to the suburbs, most of them did
Raisin' puppies, yuppies, where did all the wild ones go?

Homemade ain't on the radio
Homemade music, jam it in, the door
Homemade music, where did all the good go?

First were records, then cassettes and cd's
Managers and lawyers, then the Japanese
But music still making sense to me

Homemade music is and nice
music skates on very thin ice
Homemade music is of my philosophy

Homemade ain't on the radio
Homemade music, jam it in, close the
Homemade music, where did all the songs go?

Homemade music, me my homemade music
Homemade music, should be on the

Don't dig that bunk
The Neville got the funk
And homemade should be on the radio