Luyện nghe bài hát Life In The Factory

Let me tell y'all a
So far fetched it must be
'Bout a bunch of fatherless boys from
One is man for two

twelve hours a day in the Hell House
In the swamps of town
100 degrees no open windows
Heat off the tin

And they named band Lynyrd Skynyrd
After the coach who kicked them out of
Seven a week 'cause Rock's the only thing
To them from life in the factory

They spent inside the Hell House
they opened for The Stones and The Who
300 shows a year, outdoor, summer
Them boy's wouldn't break a sweat

They hit the doing ninety
Leave them mills far behind
no good life at the Ford plant
Three guitars or a of crime

out shows and platinum records
New York critics and
Bunch of boy's Florida
Had them eating from their

They had to find glory
But folks, it's still sad story
over shadows
The songs and the

Let me tell a story
That more or less is the
From the of Northern Florida
To the swamps just north of Rouge