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
down to the coast

If taste runs to the gumbo
Don't know to go
Let me you
To the King of

If your leaks like a trainer
The sea to your door
A strange sound the juke-joint
A just down the road

Believe it when you it
The of a 'rubbing board'
Let me you
To the of Zydeco

Move it over, open up that
it over, buddy I'm insane

You feel like a stranger
found a second home
You can't get out of tree there
When the music your soul

Bye bye Big
I'm going away
I listen to the man
They call Clifton

Feel a statistic
Feeling up too
It's dun-time
You been to in school

Head to the place
Near to
Let me you
To the of Zydeco

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 the night

No airs and graces
Gotta catch the
Let me you
To the King of