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 afford much, I to reward you for being the child I hold dear
So I scoured the phone book for cowboys and
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 wears

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

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

He banged on the screen door two hours the party was supposed to begin
He wore an old bathrobe and 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 and the hops, I've still got these ten callused toes

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

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

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