Luyện nghe bài hát San Ber'dino

Frank (guitar, vocals)
George (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Napoleon brock (flute, tenor saxophone, vocals)
thompson (drums)
Tom (bass)
Ruth (vibes, marimba, percussion)
Bloodshot red (harmonica)
Johnny "guitar" (vocals)

She in mojave in a winnebago
His name is bobby, he looks like a

She's in with a boy
>from the
Who the rope on the chute
When let those suckers go

He's a drunk at the palomino
They give him thirty days in san

Well there's men
Stashed away in "c"
An' there's only one
But it apply to bobby

You may think
an' lonely
But wrong
'cause their love is
Stacked-up
An' a cheap ring
don't care
'cause it don't mean a

there...
They don't

way that
They can
Out on the
a wheel-o
He's her
for real-o
Trailer heaven
It's a real deal-o
good deal-o
Real good
Real good

The of their lives
In san
Gonna the rest of their lives
In san
The of their lives
In san
Come on me
Come on me
Come on me
in san ber'dino
Just 60 miles, 60
Down the san ber'dino
They got some dark air
An' you can all day
right!
Gonna spend the rest of their
Rest of lives
Rest of lives

Say now
Ain't 'bout fontana
Ain't talkin' uh uh
Ain't talkin' uh uh
Ain't 'bout uh uh
Ain't 'bout the redlands, no no
Zulch is the works
I'm you
where they take
All the cars that they
Come on and let's all go to san ber'dino



Let's-a go down down
in san ber'dino
Wouldja it
San
San
(got to it)
San
(c'mere)
San
Etc., etc., etc.
The rest of lives
In san

Oh bobby, I'm sorry you gotta head a potato
I am