Luyện nghe bài hát Suwannee Jo

Idiot to New York City
Living in a kennel and lookin' big and
Meet the for business lunch
But your feet under the table

But Suwannee Jo, you're and slow
You dance a broom and you're filled with ghosts
You like liquor and you're high as a hawk
You laugh to yourself but you talk like a

Scaredy Kate, in the Haight
Doesn't answer the phone and eats a tapeworm
She met Mr. in '89
But she's a hundred pounds heavier and go outside

But Suwannee Jo, dark and slow
You dance with a and you're filled with ghosts
Jo, strange beautiful gold
You can take a woman's but you don't want to marry him
You want to hold him

Nora Mable, behind table
Expensive knowledge from ten of college
But when it comes to livin', the isn't written
Your brain's 'M', in the library missing

Jo, you follow your soul
Nothing important than following your soul