Luyện nghe bài hát Skatin' on Thin Ice

(kinky friedman)

They say that jesus hates a loser
And you die you go to hockey hell
And when your soul gets down,
There'll be the devil round
And an with howard cosell.

Well, some him a jet-set gladiator,
Some say a soldier in a bloody silver war.
But he's one hell of a
He's got a good
And every time he that line you can hear that garden roar.

And he on skatin' on thin ice
Just six inches from
on the ice, lovin' on the run.
He keeps on skatin' on ice
Just six from paradise,
Written in the stars, in the sun.

Well, he scored last night out in vancouver,
You might say that it was on a play.
He come in close, he the light,
his teeth came out that night,
In the morning it was to break away.

Through northern lights and nights there's someone
Who warms your heart as you from the cold.
But every gypsy, every lover, every dreamer discover
What you win out on the ice, you're lose out out on the road.

And he keeps on on thin ice
six inches from paradise
Livin' on the ice, on the run.
He keeps skatin' on ice
Just six inches from
in the stars, boy, meltin' in the sun.
Written in the stars, boy, in the sun.