Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonesome Kicker

What's name?

Me, I'm the lonesome
points, field goals at your service
One think it comes with glory
You might think after you listen to my story

My helmet is equipped with a tiny face
What it possibly could protect, I do not
The guys on the team
to make fun of my little shoulder pads
And like to hide the special shoe
I to kick in the snow

People it's so easy
To kick a field goal from the 30 line
They forget to add seven for the snap
And 10 more 'cause the goal posts are pushed way

In 1974, the were right on the goal line
But some of the players were running into and getting hurt
So the kicker
Who cares the kicker?

But I kick ball and I pray it goes straight
If it coach says, "Good job, number 8"
He doesn't even know my is
Kristacovitchlalinski, Jr
But that's the life I live the kicker

can be so very scary
Especially, if the returner on through
And I'm the only guy on the playing left to tackle him
I don't want to get hurt so I pretend to tie my

again, I'm ignored by my teammates and all my coaches
"Go back where you from!" scream 70,000 fans
Well, I know I could win their back
By catching a winning
But, unfortunately, I was with these very small hands

And I hope the cameras don't come in too close
'Cause they see the tears in my eyes
As I sit on bench made of cold-hearted wood
And the splinters go in my thighs
And the towel boy snickers as he walks by, the kicker

blocked kick
And blames me
But it was the guard
Who pick up his man
Oh, why can't see

In my country
I could have been a minor soccer player
But I came to seeking fortune and seeking fame
I didn't that if I shanked one and blew the point spread
Some drunk guys would push me into hibachi after the game

So I go at night 'cause I never get invited
To go drinking with the guys
And I sit in my chair, and I my foot
As I eat a plate of French fries
And my wife's out with her friend
And my son can't look me in the
But that's the I live, the lonesome kicker

for you
They took my shoe
going for two