Luyện nghe bài hát Hotdogs And Hamburgers

Drivin' down on a dry day
Old Route 66 and I was a kid
Met a little Indian girl
the way
Got her my car
And tried to her a kiss
I'll you beads and wampum
it takes, girl, to make you trade
She jumped the back seat
And she kinda her lid
She said tryin' to get something for nothing
Like the Pilgrims in the days
We rode for a while till the sun away
And I it was sort of an honor
around this girl
I felt
Of I tried to do earlier that day
She was the girl I ever knew
She me stories about the Indian nations
ANd how the White man stole their lives
And she kinda liked me
She never trust me
And the sun comes up
We'd go our different

Now has got the choice
Between hotdogs and
one of us has got to choose
Between right and
And up or holdin' on
So I dropped her off at some railroad crossing in
An old man was waiting there
He and thanked me
But he saw through me
I could tell he didn't me
For my he did not care
to him I was the White man
The one who sold him something that he already
And it was like he'd been riding in the car right there us
And I felt of my acations
And the way the was really won
So I down the highway
Till I to Los Angeles
The of the angels
The best country can do
I got down on my
And I for forgiveness
I said, Lord, us for we know not what we do