Luyện nghe bài hát Migration

Whoa, lookin' back at my
Tryin' to out how I ever got here
things are still a mystery to me
While are much too clear

I'm just livin' in the
Stay contented of the time
Yeah to Murphy, Walker and Willis
Sing me Texas rhymes

Most of the who retire in Florida
Are wrinkled and they on a crutch
And mobile are smotherin' my Keys
I hate bastards so much

I wish a summer squall blow them all
The way up to land
Yeah, they're ugly and square, they don't belong
They looked a lot better as beer

Yeah, and that's why it's still a to me
Why some people live like do
So many nice things happenin' out
They never seen the clues

Whoa but doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we doin' our part
Got a Caribbean soul I can control
And some Texas hidden in my heart

Well, now I might have the Merchant Marine
If I learned how to sing
And on top of all that I got too early
'Cost me much more than a

But now those days are over
Just learn from the wrong things you done
I came off the rebound, lookin' around
Figured out it's time to have a fun

Yeah, and that's why still a mystery to me
Why some people live they do
So many nice things happenin' out
They never even the clues

Whoa but we're doin' fine, we can travel and
I know we been doin' our
Got a Caribbean soul I can barely
And some Texas hidden in my heart

Well, now if I live to be an old man
I'm gonna sail to Martinique
I'm gonna buy me a Bogart suit
And an parakeet

And then I'll sit him on my
And up my trusty old mind
I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to
And pull the out of a bottle of wine

Yeah, and that's why still a mystery to me
Why some people live they do
So nice things happenin' out there
They never even the clues

Yeah, but doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we doin' our part
Got a Caribbean soul I can control
And some Texas hidden here in my

Yeah, got a Caribbean soul I can control
And some Texas hidden here in my