Luyện nghe bài hát King Of Zydeco (to: Clifton Chenier)

Well, it's a straight line as the flies
To a heaven on earth
And if you make time, it's a cool
Head down to the

If your taste to the gumbo
Don't where to go
Let me you
To the King of

If your head leaks a trainer
The sea to your door
A sound from the juke-joint
A mile just down the

Believe it you hear it
The of a 'rubbing board'
Let me you
To the King of

Move it over, up that line
Roll it over, I'm insane

You feel like a stranger
found a second home
You get out of your tree there
When the hits your soul

Bye bye Big
I'm going away
I wanna to the man
They call Cheniere

like a statistic
Feeling up too
dun-time baby
You to long in school

Head to the place
to Thibodoux
Let me you
To the King of

Move that semi, I'm insane
now or never, I can't touch the brakes

Well, a stone's throw from the Bayou
And I can see the
like a beacon
Right on through the

No more airs and
catch the show
Let me you
To the King of