Luyện nghe bài hát Papa Was A Rodeo

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

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

The light reflecting off the mirror
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 like this?
Why don't you get into my car
And I'll take you away, I'll take that now, but

(Boy) was a rodeo . . .

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

Papa was a . . .

you kiss me you should know
Papa was a
What a coincidence, Papa was a rodeo too