Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Just a Tire Swing

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I've been
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 have figured, that twenty years later
I'd be rubbing shoulders 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 pole

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

Life is a tire swing
Jambalaya is the best I can sing
Blackberry picking, eating fried
Though, I finally learned a lot about
Life is just a swing