Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Just a Tire Swing

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

The lived in a big
style
And the wind would blow the old bayou
When I was a little child

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

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

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

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

And never been
West of New Orleans or of Pensacola
My only contact with the outside
Was an RCA

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

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

A bunch of wood faces screaming
Is he alive?
But through the window I could see it hanging 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 learned a lot about
Life is just a tire