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 hearing bells all around me
Jingling in the lucky jackpots they you tantalized
keep you reaching for your wallet
Here in paradise

I to a cat from Des Moines
He said he ran a plant
That cat was with coin
Well, he must had a genie in a lamp
'Cause every time, I a dime, I blew it
He kept ringing bells to it

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

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

The cleaner was pitching with
He had and Pooh Bears
And lions, and blue there
He lose there, it's just luck!

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

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

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

lucky, lucky, lucky