Luyện nghe bài hát Life In The Factory

Let me y'all a story
So far fetched it be true
'Bout a bunch of fatherless boys Florida
One is man for two

Practiced hours a day in the Hell House
In the swamps of town
100 degrees without no open
Heat off the tin

And named their band Lynyrd Skynyrd
the coach who kicked them out of school
Seven days a week 'cause Rock's the only
To save them from life in the

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

They hit the road ninety
them steel mills far behind
Ain't no good at the Ford plant
Three guitars or a life of

Sold out shows and platinum
New York and redneckers
Bunch of boy's from
Had eating from their hands

They had to find another
But folks, it's some sad story
over shadows
The and the band

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