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 uncle and

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then would 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 early morning, on an Illinois
I fell at the wheel
But was waken up
By a Ma Bell pole

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

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