Luyện nghe bài hát I Still Like Bologna

There's communications
Long distance relations
The world's a little faster day

Now I know all well and good
And I don't embrace it I should
But I wouldn't wanna go backwards if I could

But I still like on white bread, now and then
And the sound of a whippoorwill down a country
The grass between my and that sunset sinking low
And a good woman's love to me close

I like my 50 HD plasma
Feels like they reach out and grab you
500 at my command

I finally in and got a cell phone
I hardly ever seem to turn on
I I never had that much to say

And I like bologna on white bread, now and then
And the sound of a whippoorwill down a country
The grass my toes and that sunset sinking low
And a good woman's love to me close

I got a that sits on a desk
I don't use it except to check on
Some old car yesterday

I kinda like that thing
You just 'em
And you can save every song
That's ever made

But I still like on white bread, now and then
And the sound of a 'shovelhead' down a road
The grass between my toes and that sinking low
And a woman's love to hold me close

Well, I guess what I've trying to say
This digital world is
It life better in a lot of ways

But it can't make the smell of
Or sunshine or of little things
We take for every day

Oh, and I still like on white bread now and then
And the sound of a whippoorwill down a road
The grass between my toes, old sunset sinking low
And a good woman's love to hold me
Yeah, bologna, a love, and a good cell phone