Luyện nghe bài hát Homemade Music

I ain't no video
I still to sing for my supper each night
You on the benches
I play in the trenches the big spotlights

in a suitcase for half of my years
I got strange little voices, in my ears
Hall monster, mall monster, I be the old me no more

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

Cookin' is a
Singin' is a treasure most don't find
There ain't no harm in
I likes to eat my melon right on down to the

I had a hippie girlfriend I was a kid
She died and to the suburbs, most of them did
puppies, having yuppies, where did all the wild ones go?

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

First there were records, then cassettes and
Managers and lawyers, came the Japanese
But homemade still making sense to me

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

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

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

Don't dig regular bunk
The Neville Brothers' got the
And homemade should be on the radio