Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoner Of Funk

I've been having dreams of 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 short order
burgers and fries till the dawn
There's a jukebox in the playing loud
bass lines
The counter man he his orders out in harmony
There's a counter full of people singing
I say
Is one bar later
Five guys in the corner 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)
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 wake up
(Wake up now, gonna 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
Popping and a-singing
dooby do wha
Fat mama comes in digging into a bag of chips
Her voice sets the to ringing
Yea, yea
The and the ketchup make a red and yellow rainbow
Squirting into 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 wake up
(Wake up now, you're drown in funk, wake up)
Yea
I yea
I said yea
Yea
Yeah
A ha, ah aha
I having dreams
Yea, yea, yea, yea