Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Just a Tire Swing

I the smell
Of the creosote
we had to eat on Easter
With my old uncle 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 tire
is the only song I could sing
Blackberry picking, fried chicken
Never a thing about pain
Life was just a tire

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

But in a few days Baxter 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
Jambalaya was the only song I sing
Chasing after sparrows with rubber arrows
Knowing, I never hurt a thing
Life was just a swing

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

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

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

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

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