Luyện nghe bài hát Skatin' on Thin Ice

(kinky friedman)

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

Well, some call him a gladiator,
Some say he's a soldier in a silver war.
But he's one hell of a
got a good lawyer
And every time he crosses that line you can that garden roar.

And he keeps on on thin ice
six inches from paradise
Livin' on the ice, on the run.
He on skatin' on thin ice
six inches 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 in close, he shut the light,
Before his teeth came out night,
In the it was hell to break away.

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

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