Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody Home

I've got a little black book my poems in
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a in
I'm a good dog
They sometimes throw me the in

I got bands keepin' my shoes on
Got those swollen hand
I got thirteen channels of on the TV to choose from
I've got electric

And got second sight
I got powers of observation
And is how I know, when I try to get through
On the telephone to you, be nobody home

I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm and the inevitable burns
Now all down the front of my satin shirt
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers, I've got a spoon on a chain
Got a grand piano to up my mortal remains

I've got wild eyes
And I've got a urge to fly, but I got nowhere to fly to
Ooh, babe when I pick up the phone there is still nobody
I've got a pair of boots and I got fading roots