Luyện nghe bài hát July, July!

There is a road that meets the road that to my house
And how it green there
And we've got special boots to beat the to my house
And it's careful and it's careful I'm there

And I say uncle was a crooked French Canadian
And he was gut-shot gin
And how his guts all suspended in his fingers
And how he held 'em, how he 'em, held 'em in

And the water down the drain
(Water down the drain)
The water down the drain
(Water down the drain)
Oh, what a lonely thing in a drain

July, July, July, it never so strange
July, July, July, it never so
It never so strange

This is the story of the road goes to my house
And what goes there do
And all the troughs that run the length and breadth of my
And the chickens how they rattle chicken

And remember this when we are old and ancient
Though the specifics might be
And I'll say your camisole was light magenta
in fact it was a nappy blueish grey

And the water down the drain
(Water down the drain)
The blood rolls the drain
(Water down the drain)
Oh, what a lonely in a blood red drain

July, July, July, it never seemed so
July, July, July, it seemed so
It never seemed so strange, it never seemed so
It never seemed so strange, it never seemed so