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 blow across the old bayou
I was a tranquil little child

Life was just a swing
Jambalaya is the only song I could
Blackberry picking, fried chicken
Never knew a about pain
Life was just a swing

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

But in a few days went home
And left me by
But I knew that I'd stay, It was better way
And I could get along any help

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

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

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

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

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

is still a tire swing
Jambalaya is the song I can sing
Blackberry picking, fried chicken
Though, I learned a lot about pain
Life is a tire swing