Luyện nghe bài hát Skatin' on Thin Ice

(kinky friedman)

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

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

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

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

Through lights and southern nights there's 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 lose out out on the road.

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