Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Just a Tire Swing

I the smell
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 little child

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the morning, on an Illinois road
I asleep at the wheel
But was quickly up
By a Ma telephone pole

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

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