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

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

In the early
My folks 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

was just a tire swing
Jambalaya was the song I could sing
after sparrows 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 only with the outside world
Was an RCA

Then would sing
And then I'd about expensive cars
Who would have figured, that twenty years
I'd be shoulders with the stars
Life is just a tire

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

A of Grant wood faces screaming
Is he alive?
But through the window I see it hanging from the tree
And I that I had survived

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