Luyện nghe bài hát Red Kool-Aid On The Couch

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

every video game,
And every sport the same.
A young lad, smart as they come.
known to do something dumb.

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

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

His eyes clouded, then the rain.
No matter how I that stain,
I ever 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 video
his future go up in flames.

One bottle, and one more joint,
we all reached the breaking point.
There he sat in our room -
Poster boy for doom.

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

With those words he left us,
Never and never wrote.
Somehow, the Good kept us
drowning, kept us afloat.

Years of clouds, and years of rain,
No matter how I scrub stain,
I ever get it out,
That red on the couch.

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

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