Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonesome Kicker

What's name?

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

My helmet is equipped a tiny face mask
it possibly could protect, I do not know
The other on the team
Like to fun of my little shoulder pads
And also to hide the special shoe
I need to kick in the

People think it's so
To kick a field goal the 30 yard line
forget to add seven yards for the snap
And 10 more 'cause the goal posts are way back

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

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

Kickoffs can be so very
Especially, if the breaks on through
And I'm the only guy on the field left to tackle him
I want to get hurt so I pretend to tie my shoe

Once again, I'm 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 touch-down
But, unfortunately, I was born with these very hands

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

Another kick
And everybody me
But it was the left
Who didn't up his man
Oh, why can't see

In my home
I could have been a league soccer player
But I to America seeking fortune and seeking fame
I didn't realize if I shanked one and blew the point spread
Some drunk guys would push me into their after the game

So I go home at night 'cause I get invited
To go drinking with the guys
And I sit in my chair, and I my foot
As I eat a of cold French fries
And my wife's out with her quote-unquote
And my son can't me in the eyes
But the life I live, the lonesome kicker

for you
They took my shoe
They're for two