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 in a big house
style
And the wind would across the old bayou
When I was a tranquil little

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

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

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

Life was just a tire
was the only song I could sing
Chasing sparrows with rubber tipped arrows
Knowing, I could never a thing
Life was just a tire

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

Then Elvis sing
And I'd dream about expensive cars
Who would have figured, that twenty later
I'd be rubbing shoulders the stars
is just a tire swing

In the morning, on an Illinois road
I fell at the wheel
But was waken up
By a Ma Bell telephone

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

Life is a tire swing
is the best song I can sing
Blackberry picking, eating chicken
Though, I finally learned a lot pain
Life is just a swing