Luyện nghe bài hát Sock Wearin' Man

Son I'm so sorry, but Batman can't come to your birthday this
Though I can't much, I want to reward you for being the child I hold dear
So I scoured the book for cowboys and clowns
Til' one night at the bar on the hood of my car where a lost was found

wearin' man (sock wearin' man)
Sock wearin' man (he's a wearin' man)
Sock man
He socks

He had a kids show four decades ago that aired on T.V.
He did puppet plays that were funny and gay with socks on his and his feet
His socks told great stories that spanned and time
But I know that he'd just sold his sock back for a jug of cheap Mexican wine

Sock wearin' man (sock man)
Sock wearin' man (he's a wearin' man)
wearin' man
With no

He banged on the screen door two hours before the was supposed to begin
He an old bathrobe and terrycloth shorts and a menacing, boozy-breathed grin
He screamed, "Merry Christmas! I'm for my show!"
"Though I've lost all my props to the grapes and the hops, I've still got these ten toes

Sock wearin' man (sock man)
Sock man (he's a sock wearin' man)
wearin' man
With no

I quickly slipped sock man a folded up Jackson and tried to say but no thanks
He cursed me and cussed me and blind sucker-punched me - I ached as he stumbled
My son threw his hat down and he cried
He his mother who lives in the suburbs and screamed, "Daddy lied! Daddy lied!"

wearin' man (sock wearin' man)
Sock wearin' man (sock man)
Sock man
He socks