Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoner Of Funk

I've been having of what 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 corner loud
Funky lines
The counter man he sings his out in harmony
There's a full of people singing background
I say
Is one bar later
Five guys in the booth are clapping
on 2 & 4
When I spin up a
It sounds like synthesizer strings
Bums in the alley playing percussion on the cans
There's bums in the alley playing percussion on the cans
(Lord, lord)
Bums in the back playing percussion on the cans
I
bums in the back alley playing percussion on the cans
I'm a prisoner of
got a jukebox for a brain
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 it seems
All the is dancing in my dreams
Leather boys line up to get their whips
Popping fingers and
dooby do wha
Fat mama cass in digging into a bag of chips
Her voice sets the to ringing
Yea, yea
The mustard and the ketchup a red and yellow rainbow
high 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
set me free
Let me up again
(Wake up now, you're gonna in funk, wake up)
Yea
I yea
I said yea
Yea
Yeah
A ha, ah aha
I been having
Yea, yea, yea, yea