Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoner Of Funk

I've been having dreams of 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 cook
Slinging burgers and till the dawn
There's a jukebox in the playing loud
Funky lines
The counter man he his orders out in harmony
There's a counter full of singing background
I say
Is one bar later
Five in the corner booth are clapping
on 2 & 4
When I spin up a
It sounds like budget strings
Bums in the alley playing percussion on the cans
There's bums in the back alley percussion on the cans
(Lord, lord)
Bums in the alley playing percussion on the cans
I
There's bums in the back playing percussion on the cans
I'm a prisoner of
I've got a jukebox for a
happened to the way it used to be
Lord set me
Let me up again
(Wake up now, you're drown in funk, wake up)
Burgers dancing on the it seems
All the is dancing in my dreams
boys line up to get their orange whips
Popping fingers and
dooby do wha
Fat mama comes in digging into a bag of chips
Her voice the place to ringing
Yea, yea
The and the ketchup make a red and yellow rainbow
Squirting into the air
Watch those funky fried
I'm a prisoner of
I've got a for a brain
What happened to the way it to be
set me free
Let me up again
(Wake up now, gonna drown in funk, wake up)
Yea
I yea
I said yea
Yea
ohahhh
A ha, ah aha
I been dreams
Yea, yea, yea, yea