Luyện nghe bài hát Homemade Music

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

Lived in a suitcase for half of my
I got little voices, live in my ears
monster, mall 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
is a treasure that most don't find
There ain't no harm in
I to eat my melon right on down to the rind

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

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

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

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

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

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

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