Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Just a Tire Swing

I the smell
Of the creosote
When we had to eat on
With my crazy old and aunt

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

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

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

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

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

And never been
of New Orleans or East of Pensacola
My contact with the outside world
Was an RCA

Then Elvis sing
And then I'd dream about expensive
Who would have figured, that twenty later
I'd be rubbing shoulders the stars
Life is just a tire

In the morning, on an Illinois road
I fell asleep at the
But was waken up
By a Ma Bell pole

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

Life is still a swing
is the best song I can sing
Blackberry picking, fried chicken
Though, I finally learned a lot about
Life is a tire swing