Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Just a Tire Swing

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

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

Life was a tire swing
Jambalaya is the song I could sing
Blackberry picking, fried chicken
knew a thing about pain
Life was a tire swing

In the early
My folks 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 knew that I'd stay, It was better way
And I get along without any help

Life was just a tire
Jambalaya was the only song I could
Chasing after with 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 with the outside world
Was an RCA

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

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

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

is still a tire swing
Jambalaya is the best I can sing
Blackberry picking, eating fried
Though, I finally learned a lot pain
Life is a tire swing