Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Just a Tire Swing

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

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

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

In the early
My folks packed me off to
Me and my cousin
And our pup tent 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 could get along any help

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

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

Then Elvis would
And I'd dream about expensive cars
Who would have figured, that years later
I'd be rubbing with the stars
Life is a tire swing

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

A of Grant wood faces screaming
Is he alive?
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 song I can
picking, eating fried chicken
Though, I learned a lot about pain
Life is just a tire