Luyện nghe bài hát Walking Spanish

He's got himself a homemade
You his glass is full of sand
And it fells just a jaybird
The way it fits into his
He rolled a up in his trick towel
They slap hands against the wall
You never trip, you stumble
walking spanish down the hall
Slip him a picture of our
Or give him a to dig a hole
What all he done ain't no business
But need blankets for the cold
They dim the lights over on
Even the king has his head
face looks right up at Mason
He's walking spanish down the
screeching for a blind pig
Punk Sander's carved it out of
He never sang he got hoodwinked
They tried it all but he would
morning there'll be laundry
But be somewhere else to hear the call
Don't say goodbye he's leaving early
He's spanish down the hall
All St. Bartholemew was whispered
the ear of Blind Jack Dawes
All the Baker the machine
Was that he never the law
Go on and tip hat up to the Pilate
off your watch, your rings and all
Even wanted just a little more time
When he was walking down the hall