Luyện nghe bài hát Homemade Music

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

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

Homemade music on the radio
Homemade music, searchin' and low
music, where did all the good songs go?

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

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

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

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

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

music 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 regular
The Neville Brothers' got the
And homemade music should be on the