Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Just a Tire Swing

I the smell
Of the creosote
When we had to eat on
my crazy old uncle and aunt

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

Life was a tire swing
Jambalaya is the song I could sing
Blackberry picking, fried chicken
Never a thing about pain
was just a tire swing

In the early
My packed 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 along without any

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

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

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

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

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

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