Luyện nghe bài hát Margaritaville Live (Lost Verse Included)

Nibblin' on sponge
the sun bake
All of you parrotheads covered oil
(and feathers and and fins)
Strummin' my
On my front porch
Smell those shrimp, hey beginnin' to boil
(Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble)

Wasted away in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of
(Salt! Salt! Salt!)
people claim that there's a woman to blame
And I know is somebody's fault

I don't the reason
I stayed all season
With nothin' to show but brand new tattoo
(Hell yes it hurts!)
But it's a beauty
Oh, I think she be a Nantucket cutie
Or maybe she's from the Vineyard, I haven't got a

Wasted away in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my shaker of salt
(Salt! Salt! Salt!)
people claim that there's a woman to blame
(I with that)
And I know, it's all you women's

soon!

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

I out my flip-flop
on a pop-top
I broke my leg twice I had to limp on home
But there's booze in the
And soon it will
That concoction that helps me hang on
(Hang on! Hang on! on!)

Wasted away in Margaritaville
(That's where ship is headed)
Searching for my lost of salt
(Salt! Salt! Salt!)
Some people that there's a woman to blame
But I know my own damn fault
(That's the therapist said)
Some claim that there's a woman to blame
There is and I know
It's my own fault