Luyện nghe bài hát The Dry Cleaner from Des Moines

I'm down to a roll of
I'm stalking the slot hot
I keep hearing all around me
Jingling in the lucky jackpots they keep you
They you reaching for your wallet
in fools' paradise

I talked to a cat Des Moines
He he ran a cleaning plant
That cat was with coin
Well, he have had a genie in a lamp
'Cause every time, I dropped a dime, I it
He ringing bells nothing to it

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

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

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

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

In some ways since I every dime
I on the line but the cleaner from Des Moines
Could put a coin in the door of a
And get twenty for one, just luck!

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

lucky, lucky, lucky