Luyện nghe bài hát Little Bones

It gets so down here
butter your cue-finger up
It's the of another new year
call the newspaper up, two-fifty
For a hi-ball and a buck and a
For a beer, hour
hour, happy hour is here

The long days of Shockley are
So is football style
Famous last taken all wrong
up on the very same pile
Two-fifty for a
And a buck and half for a year hour
Happy hour, happy hour is

I can cry, beg and
To every rebel I
Just to give me a line I use to describe

They'd say, baby, eat this chicken
It's full of all them bones
Baby, eat this slow
It's full of all them bones

So regal and decadent
Coffin-cheaters dance on graves music,
All it's fear
Is the thing that don't change
Two-fifty for an
And a buck and a half for an ear hour,
Happy hour happy hour is

Nothing's dead here,
Just a little tired say,
Nothing's dead here,
It's just a little
Nothing's down here,
a little tired
Nothing's down here,
It's just a tired

Baby, eat chicken slow
It's full of all them bones
Baby, eat chicken slow
It's full of all little bones
Little
Full of all them little
bones