Luyện nghe bài hát Me And Bobbie McGee

Kris

Busted flat in Rouge, headin' for the train,
Feelin' nearly as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, before it rained;
us all the way to New Orleans.
I took my out of my dirty red bandanna,
And was blowing sad while sang the blues.
With them wipers slappin' time,
And Bobby hands,
We finally up every song that driver knew.

Freedom's just another word for left to lose:
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but free.
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when sang the blues.
Feeling was good enough for me;
enough for me and Bobby McGee.

From the mines of Kentucky to the California sun,
Bobby the secrets of my soul.
Standin' right beside me, Lord, through I've done,
Every she kept me from the cold.
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her away,
Lookin' for the home I she'll find.
And I'd all my tomorrows for a single yesterday,
Bobby's body next to mine.

Freedom's just another word for left to lose:
Nothin' left is all she for me.
Feeling was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
Buddy, was good enough for me;
Good for me and Bobby McGee.

La da da la la na na na
La da da na na.
La la la da, Me and McGee.
La la la la la da da da
La la la da da.
La la la da, Me and McGee.

La la la la la na na na
La la la da da.
La da da da, Me and McGee.
La la la la la da da da.................