Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoner Of Funk

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