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 uncle and

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

Life was just a swing
is the only song I could sing
Blackberry picking, fried chicken
knew a thing about pain
Life was a tire swing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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