Luyện nghe bài hát The Dry Cleaner from Des Moines

I'm to a roll of dimes
I'm stalking the that's hot
I keep bells all around me
Jingling in the lucky jackpots they keep you
They keep you for your wallet
Here in fools'

I talked to a cat from Des
He said he ran a plant
That cat was clanking coin
Well, he have had a genie in a lamp
'Cause time, I dropped a dime, I blew it
He kept ringing nothing to it

He got three oranges, lemons three cherries
Three plums, I'm my taste for fruit
the dry cleaner do it
Like Midas in a polyester
It's all luck, just luck you get a little lucky
And you make a little

I followed him down the
He picked out a booth at Circus
Where the cowgirls the room
their big balloons

The was pitching with purpose
He had Dinos and Pooh
And lions, pink and blue
He couldn't lose there, just luck!

Des Moines was stacking the
Raking off the
the bandit's bells
This is a story that's a drag to

In some ways since I every dime
I laid on the but the cleaner from Des Moines
put a coin in the door of a John
And get for one, it's just luck!

Lucky, lucky so lucky, we are
Luck has cut[Incomprehensible], luck has cut
Luck has cut [Incomprehensible], has cut[Incomprehensible]

lucky, lucky, lucky