Luyện nghe bài hát Homemade Music

I ain't no king
I still have to sing for my each night
You on the benches
I in the trenches beneath the big spotlights

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

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

is a pleasure
Singin' is a that most don't find
There ain't no in tellin'
I likes to eat my right on down to the rind

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

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

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

Homemade music is funky and
Homemade music skates on thin ice
Homemade is part of my philosophy

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

music, give me my homemade music
Homemade music, be on the radio

Don't dig regular bunk
The Neville got the funk
And homemade music be on the radio