Luyện nghe bài hát Homemade Music

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

dig that regular bunk
The Neville got the funk
And homemade music should be on the