Luyện nghe bài hát Papa Was A Rodeo

I like twisted point of view, Mike
I like questioning eyebrows
You've made it pretty what you like
It's only to tell you now
I see that kiss-me pucker
But maybe you should plug it with a beer,

was a rodeo
Mama was a rock'n'roll
I could play guitar and a steer
I learned to stand
Home was with diesel gas
was a trucker's hand
Never around long enough
For a one stand
you kiss me you should know
Papa was a

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

What are we doing in this dive
How can you live in a like this?
Why don't you get into my car
And I'll take you away, I'll take kiss now, but

(Boy) was a rodeo . . .

And now it's 55 later
had the romance of the century
After all these years wrestling
I feel like crying when I think of what you said to me

Papa was a . . .

Before you kiss me you know
Papa was a
a coincidence, your Papa was a rodeo too