Luyện nghe bài hát Skatin' on Thin Ice

(kinky friedman)

They say that even hates a loser
And when you die you go to hockey
And your soul gets sent down,
be the devil skatin' round
And an interview with cosell.

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

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

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

Through northern lights and southern nights someone
Who warms heart as you shiver from the cold.
But every gypsy, every lover, every dreamer must
What you win out on the ice, you're gonna out out on the road.

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