Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoner Of Funk

I've been having of what may come to be
a nightmare
Haven't a job since I got my G.E.D.
What do I
And in my dreams I am a order cook
Slinging burgers and fries the dawn
There's a jukebox in the corner playing
bass lines
The man he sings his orders out in harmony
There's a full of people singing background
I say
Is repeated one bar
Five guys in the booth are clapping
on 2 & 4
When I up a shake
It sounds like budget synthesizer
Bums in the alley playing percussion on the cans
There's bums in the back alley playing percussion on the
(Lord, lord)
in the back alley playing percussion on the cans
I
There's bums in the back alley playing percussion on the
I'm a of funk
I've got a for a brain
What to the way it used to be
set me free
Let me up again
(Wake up now, gonna drown in funk, wake up)
Burgers dancing on the grill it
All the is dancing in my dreams
Leather boys line up to get their whips
fingers and a-singing
Scooby do wha
Fat mama cass comes in digging a bag of chips
Her voice the place to ringing
Yea, yea
The mustard and the make a red and yellow rainbow
Squirting into the air
those funky fried potatoes
I'm a prisoner of
I've got a jukebox for a
What happened to the way it to be
set me free
Let me wake up
(Wake up now, gonna drown in funk, wake up)
Yea
I yea
I yea ahhh
Yea
ohahhh
A ha, ah aha
I been dreams
Yea, yea, yea, yea