Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Just a Tire Swing

I remember the
Of the creosote
When we had to eat on
With my old uncle and aunt

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

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

In the early
My folks packed me off to
Me and my cousin
And our pup with a lamp

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

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

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

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

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

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

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