Luyện nghe bài hát Margaritaville Live (Lost Verse Included)

Nibblin' on cake
Watchin' the sun
All of you parrotheads covered oil
(and feathers and and fins)
my six-string
On my front porch
Smell those shrimp, hey they're to boil
(Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble)

Wasted away again in
Searching for my shaker of salt
(Salt! Salt! Salt!)
Some claim that there's a woman to blame
And I know this is somebody's

I know the reason
I stayed here all
With nothin' to show but that new tattoo
(Hell yes it hurts!)
But it's a real
Oh, I she might be a Nantucket cutie
Or maybe she's the Vineyard, I haven't got a clue

Wasted again in Margaritaville
for my lost shaker of salt
(Salt! Salt! Salt!)
Some claim that there's a woman to blame
(I agree that)
And I know, it's all you women's

soon!

Old men in
the giftshops
(It's the verse!)
out Chiquitas down by the shore
(I her! I found her!)
They dream about
Wish they be their own boss
Those three day vacations become such a

I out my flip-flop
on a pop-top
I my leg twice I had to limp on back home
But booze in the blender
And soon it render
That frozen that helps me hang on
(Hang on! Hang on! on!)

Wasted again in Margaritaville
(That's this ship is headed)
for my lost shaker of salt
(Salt! Salt! Salt!)
Some claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's my own damn
(That's what the said)
Some people claim that there's a to blame
always is and I know
It's my own damn