Luyện nghe bài hát Papa Was A Rodeo

I like twisted point of view, Mike
I like your eyebrows
You've made it pretty what you like
only fair to tell you now
I see that pucker forming
But maybe you plug it with a beer, because

was a rodeo
Mama was a band
I play guitar and rope a steer
Before I learned to
Home was anywhere with gas
Love was a trucker's
stuck around long enough
For a one stand
Before you kiss me you know
was a rodeo

The light reflecting off the ball
Looks like a thousand swirling
They make me I shouldn't be here at all
You know, minute someone dies

are we doing in this dive bar?
How can you live in a place this?
Why you just get into my car
And I'll take you away, I'll take that now, but

(Boy) Papa was a . . .

And now it's 55 later
We've had the romance of the
all these years wrestling gators
I still feel like crying when I of what you said to me

was a rodeo . . .

Before you me you should know
Papa was a
What a coincidence, your Papa was a too