Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoner Of Funk

I've having dreams of what may come to be
What a
found a job since I got my G.E.D.
What do I
And in my dreams I am a short order
Slinging and fries till the dawn
a jukebox in the corner playing loud
Funky bass
The counter man he sings his orders out in
a counter full of people singing background
I say
Is repeated one bar
guys in the corner booth are clapping
on 2 & 4
When I up a shake
It sounds like budget strings
Bums in the alley playing percussion on the cans
bums in the back alley playing percussion on the cans
(Lord, lord)
Bums in the back alley playing on the cans
I
There's bums in the back alley playing on the cans
I'm a of funk
I've got a jukebox for a
happened to the way it used to be
Lord set me
Let me wake up
(Wake up now, you're gonna in funk, wake up)
Burgers dancing on the grill it
All the food is dancing in my
Leather boys line up to get orange whips
Popping fingers and
Scooby do wha
Fat mama comes in digging into a bag of chips
Her sets the place to ringing
Yea, yea
The mustard and the make a red and yellow rainbow
Squirting high the air
Watch those funky potatoes
I'm a prisoner of
got a jukebox for a brain
What to the way it used to be
Lord set me
Let me up again
(Wake up now, you're gonna in funk, wake up)
Yea
I yea
I yea ahhh
Yea
ohahhh
A ha, ah aha
I been dreams
Yea, yea, yea, yea