Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Just a Tire Swing

I remember the
Of the creosote
When we had to eat on
With my crazy old uncle and

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

Life was just a swing
Jambalaya is the song I could sing
Blackberry picking, eating chicken
knew a thing about pain
Life was just a tire

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

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

Life was just a swing
Jambalaya was the only song I sing
Chasing sparrows with rubber tipped arrows
Knowing, I could never hurt a
was just a tire swing

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

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

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

A bunch of Grant wood faces
Is he still
But through the window I could see it from the tree
And I knew that I had

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