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 across the old
I was a tranquil little child

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

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

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

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

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

Then Elvis would
And then I'd dream about expensive
Who would have figured, twenty years later
I'd be shoulders with the stars
Life is just a swing

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

A bunch of Grant faces screaming
Is he alive?
But through the window I could see it hanging from the
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 a lot about pain
Life is a tire swing