Luyện nghe bài hát Red Kool-Aid On The Couch

A bright young lad, as they come,
Played with big-boy toys, dumb.
Blazed through grade school with praise;
Left and teachers all amazed.

every video game,
And every just the same.
A bright young lad, as they come.
Never to do something dumb.

Said, "Mom and Dad, I you this wide!"
Then his arms out from his side.
All the from his glass
Hit the couch one big splash.

Light blond-haired boy just there
With "didn't mean to do it" stare.
"Sorry 'bout that; I think
I was going to my drink."

His eyes clouded, came the rain.
No matter how I scrub stain,
I can't get it out,
That red on the couch.

He moved up and on to school,
Where he the "high" part was cool.
Gave up sports and games;
Watched his go up in flames.

One more bottle, and one joint,
Till we all the breaking point.
There he sat in our living -
boy for impending doom.

He jumped up the sofa,
And his tall drink glass flew.
"Here's a finger for you, Ma,
And, Dad, the one's just for you!"

those angry words he left us,
Never and never wrote.
Somehow, the Lord kept us
From drowning, us afloat.

Years of dark clouds, and of rain,
No matter how I that stain,
I can't get it out,
That red on the couch.

one day, we got the call,
The all parents dread.
"Sorry to have to y'all,
But we found son dead."

All the heartache, and all the pain,
No matter how I that stain,
never get it out,
That red on the couch.