Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Just a Tire Swing

I remember the
Of the plant
we had to eat on Easter
With my crazy old and aunt

The lived in a big
style
And the wind would blow the old bayou
When I was a tranquil child

Life was just a tire
is the only song I could sing
Blackberry picking, eating fried
Never knew a thing about
was just a tire swing

In the summer
My packed me off to camp
Me and my Baxter
And our pup with a lamp

But in a few days Baxter home
And me by myself
But I knew that I'd stay, It was that way
And I could get along without any

was just a tire swing
Jambalaya was the only song I sing
Chasing after sparrows rubber tipped arrows
Knowing, I could hurt a thing
Life was just a tire

And I've never
West of New or East of Pensacola
My contact with the outside world
Was an RCA

Then would sing
And I'd dream about expensive cars
Who have figured, that twenty years later
I'd be rubbing with the stars
is just a tire swing

In the early morning, on an road
I fell at the wheel
But was waken up
By a Ma telephone pole

A of Grant wood faces screaming
Is he alive?
But through the window I could see it from the tree
And I knew I had survived

Life is still a swing
Jambalaya is the best song I can
Blackberry picking, eating chicken
Though, I finally a lot about pain
is just a tire swing