Luyện nghe bài hát Little Cream Soda

One, two, three,

Well, every highway that I go
Seems to be than the last one
I knew about, oh well
Yeah, and every girl that I walk
to be more of an illusion
Than the last one that I found, oh

And this old man in of me
Wearing canes and rings
Is like containing an explosion when he
But every chance to set himself on fire
He ends up doin' the same thing

Well, each beautiful thing I come
Tells me to moving
And this riddle off, oh well
And there was a when all I wanted
Was my ice cream
And a little cream soda, oh well, oh

And a wooden box and a full of rocks
Was all I had to about
Oh well, oh well, oh

Now my mind is filled with tires
And forest fires and I'm a liar
And of other situations
Where I don't know to do
At which time God to me
"There's left for me to tell you

left for me to tell you
Nothing

Oh well, oh well, oh
Oh
Oh well, oh well, oh
Oh