Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoner Of Funk

I've been having dreams of 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 the dawn
There's a jukebox in the corner playing
Funky lines
The counter man he sings his out in harmony
There's a counter full of people background
I say
Is one bar later
guys in the corner booth are clapping
on 2 & 4
When I up a shake
It sounds budget synthesizer strings
Bums in the back alley playing on the cans
There's bums in the back alley playing percussion on the
(Lord, lord)
Bums in the back playing percussion on the cans
I
There's bums in the back alley playing percussion on the
I'm a prisoner of
I've got a jukebox for a
What to the way it used to be
set me free
Let me wake up
(Wake up now, you're drown 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
fingers and a-singing
Scooby do wha
Fat mama cass comes in into a bag of chips
Her voice sets the place to
Yea, yea
The mustard and the ketchup make a red and rainbow
Squirting into the air
Watch those fried potatoes
I'm a prisoner of
got a jukebox for a brain
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 having dreams
Yea, yea, yea, yea