Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoner Of Funk

I've been having dreams of may come to be
What a
Haven't found a job I got my G.E.D.
do I care
And in my dreams I am a order cook
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 singing background
I say
Is one bar later
guys in the corner booth are clapping
on 2 & 4
When I up a shake
It sounds like synthesizer strings
Bums in the back alley playing percussion on the
bums in the back alley playing percussion on the cans
(Lord, lord)
Bums in the back playing percussion on the cans
I
There's in the back alley playing percussion on the cans
I'm a prisoner of
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 drown in funk, up)
Burgers on the grill it seems
All the is dancing in my dreams
Leather boys line up to get their orange
Popping and a-singing
Scooby do wha
Fat mama comes in digging into a bag of chips
Her voice sets the to ringing
Yea, yea
The mustard and the ketchup make a red and yellow
Squirting into the air
Watch those funky fried
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 gonna drown in funk, up)
Yea
I yea
I yea ahhh
Yea
Yeah
A ha, ah aha
I been having
Yea, yea, yea, yea