Luyện nghe bài hát My Home Town

Next we have the dear-hearts-and-gentle-people's of songwriting, in which the singer tells you that, no matter how much sin and vice and crime go on where he comes from, it's still the be
Ace in the world because it's home, you know. sort of you. this example is called my home town.

I really a yen
To go once again,
to the place where no one wears a frown,
To see once more those super-special just folks
In my town.

No fellow ignore
The little next door,
She sure looked sweet in her evening gown.
Now there's a charge for she used to give for free
In my town.

I dan, the druggist on the corner, 'e
Was never or ornery,
He was swell.
He killed his and ground her up real well,
And just a bit
Over banana split.

The guy taught us math,
Who never a bath,
Acquired a measure of renown,
And after he sold the most amazing pictures
In my town.

That fellow was no
Who taught our school,
And neither was our kindly brown.
We're recording so I have to leave this line out.
In my town.

I sam, he was the village idiot.
And though it a pity, it
Was so.
He loved to burn houses just to watch the glow,
And nothing be done,
Because he was the son.

The guy that a knife
And his wife,
Then her in the pond and watched her drown.
Oh, yes indeed, the people there are plain folks
In my town.