Luyện nghe bài hát Homemade Music

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Homemade music on the radio
Homemade music, jam it in, the door
music, where did all the good songs go?

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

Don't dig that regular
The Neville Brothers' got the
And homemade music should be on the