Luyện nghe bài hát Spin On A Red Brick Floor

Well, I could use a little on a red brick floor
In that crazy ol' bar Tim locks the door
Where the walls are gonna ring and the are gonna bend
It's a on the cheek from all my old lovers again

And it's the Blue Ridge mountains at the fall of the
It feels good when you cross that line
I'll tip my cup and holler at the
I'll white north, honey, here's to you sleep tight

I've gone crazy on road
With all of this travelin'
But the asphalt is burnin'

Oh, the New England spring's good to me
There's warmth to lend and good lines to sing
But, how I my native tongue
'Cause New York sorta brings out the stupids in me

I've got one more stop in Tennessee
My sweetheart is there a-waitin' on me
Then it's on down the road kickin' Texas dust
I'll catch my breath with hot Houston neon buzzin'

And I've gone crazy on this
With all of travelin' alone
But the asphalt is burnin'

Oh, here comes a little spin on a red floor
It's a ol' bar and Tim's locked the door
The wall's are ringin', the are gonna bend
It's a buss on the cheek from all my old lovers

And here comes a little spin on a red brick
It's a crazy ol' bar and Tim's the door
The wall's are ringin', the strings are bend
It's a buss on the cheek from all my old lovers