Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Just a Tire Swing

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

The in a big house
Antebellum
And the wind blow across the old bayou
When I was a little child

Life was just a tire
Jambalaya is the only song I could
Blackberry picking, eating chicken
Never knew a thing pain
Life was a tire swing

In the early
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 get along without any help

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

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

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

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

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

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