Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Just a Tire Swing

I the smell
Of the creosote
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
I was a tranquil little child

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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