Luyện nghe bài hát The Trip To Pirate's Cove

I my few belongings
We headed out to Cove
In my old Defender
We ran the gas got low

We were flyin' to heaven
Everything was to glow
Drivin' into
'cause we had to roll

I he was a preacher
But, Lord, I can't his name
He was out of wind
But talkin' to me just the

And he said, "Five get you ten"
"But, boy, got to stay in the game"
"Yeah, you got to let it
Or only got yourself to blame"

We a wheel in Santa Cruz
So we partied with motel maids
My friend said, "I like mine
So do you say we trade?"

She was a part of my
Now just a line in my face
They let us go a warning
Said, "We'd book you but we don't a case"

My said, "Take her with you
To leave her here be a crime
But get outta Santa Cruz
All I got is a dime"

I got a friend in
And gettin' close to harvest time
And she was kinda
If a past her prime

On the trip to Pirate's
On the to Pirate's Cove
Drivin' into the
Drivin' the sunset