Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Just a Tire Swing

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

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

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

In the summer
My folks me off to camp
Me and my cousin
And our pup tent 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 could get along without any

Life was just a swing
Jambalaya was the only song I sing
after sparrows with rubber tipped arrows
Knowing, I could hurt a thing
Life was just a swing

And I've been
West of New or East of Pensacola
My only contact with the outside
Was an RCA

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

In the early morning, on an road
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 window I could see it hanging from the
And I that I had survived

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