Luyện nghe bài hát Spin On A Red Brick Floor

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

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

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

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

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

And I've gone on this road
With all of this alone
But the is burnin' tonight

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

And here a little spin on a red brick 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 again