Luyện nghe bài hát Sock Wearin' Man

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

wearin' man (sock wearin' man)
Sock man (he's a sock wearin' man)
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He had a kids show four decades ago that on local T.V.
He did puppet that were funny and gay with socks on his hands and his feet
His socks told stories that spanned space and time
But I didn't know that he'd just sold his back for a jug of cheap Mexican wine

Sock wearin' man (sock man)
Sock man (he's a sock wearin' man)
Sock man
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He banged on the door two hours before the party was supposed to begin
He wore an old bathrobe and terrycloth 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 ten callused toes

Sock wearin' man (sock man)
wearin' man (he's a sock wearin' man)
Sock man
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I quickly 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 ached as he stumbled
My son his party hat down and he cried
He called his who lives in the suburbs and screamed, "Daddy lied! Daddy lied!"

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