Luyện nghe bài hát Homemade Music

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

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

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

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

I had a girlfriend when 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
Homemade music, jam it in, the door
Homemade music, where did all the good go?

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

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

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

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

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