Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoner Of Funk

I've been having dreams of may come to be
What a
Haven't a job since I got my G.E.D.
What do I
And in my I am a short order cook
Slinging burgers and fries till the
There's a in the corner playing loud
Funky bass
The man he sings his orders out in harmony
There's a counter full of people 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 back alley playing on the cans
There's in the back alley playing percussion on the cans
(Lord, lord)
Bums in the back alley playing on the cans
I
bums 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
set me free
Let me up again
(Wake up now, you're drown in funk, wake up)
Burgers dancing on the it seems
All the food is dancing in my
Leather boys line up to get their whips
fingers and a-singing
Scooby do wha
Fat mama cass comes in digging 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
Watch those funky potatoes
I'm a prisoner of
I've got a for a brain
happened to the way it used 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