Luyện nghe bài hát Iroquois

Well we're all up and we're Iroquois bound,
our ears for the F.M. sound.
We got a million problems, on our way,
44th, New York, U.S.A.

That big crazy don't blink an eye,
anytime we by.
It just keeps up so high,
a rocket, shooting, to the sky.
Iroquois ! !

Special got their feelers out,
our names and 'cos we're in doubt.
Down the corridor, in lane,
the worst seats on the plane.

Find a tacky three inches high,
dirty rain falls from a sky.
On the corner of the there's a big black fella' ..
to sell me an umberalla.

Get the Kraut boys for a smoke an' a beer,
there's gotta be a pizza near.
Call the patrol, there's a stain on the floor,
a weeks P.D's for the floor.