Luyện nghe bài hát Winnebacome, Winnebago

Winnebacome,
(Jon Campbell)

Every summer they to the beaches and the docks
got brown vinyl sandals and black nylon socks.
They've got a red peeling nose and clothes
And it's from June to September now anything goes.

Where's my flipflop? Where's the shop?
Are you sad?
And Winnebacome, Winnebago
Clam and chowder and stuffies to go,
a slick on the bay of Ban de Soleil
And Labor Day weekend seems away.

They're out fishing for flats Budweiser hats
They got a new Boston Whaler with a in the back,
they go for a spin, loaded on gin,
And get stuck hard aground till the tide comes in.

There'll be at the town dock
Are you sad?
And Winnebacome, Winnebago
A long rainy with no place to go
a red tide today and a shark in the bay
And Day weekend seems light-years away.

When the flea bites, the stings, are you feeling sad?
a mobsta eat a lobsta, are you feeling sad?

They've got sand in their eyes and a burn on their
And the last grindah is covahed with flies,
a squid in the sink, the TV's on the blink
They've got a of crabs that's beginning to stink.
Citronella, umbrella,
are you sad?

And Winnebacome, Winnebago
And There's no place to park that you go,
So let's count license plate from the states
And hope after Labor Day things get straight...
And hope after Day things will get ...

When the sun comes the gas lines
are you feeling

(Get quahogs)
(Hey Mo, at the gales, uw)
(Hewie)
(How do you get to Judith?)
(One of them told it was 8 o it leaves)
(I was on the for a week)
(Parking lot all full)
(They've in the sun for too long)
(What do you I have ... to myself)
(Bag of buttons)
(Rhode Registration CG-621 please move your car, you will be towed)
(How do you get to Judith?)
(how come they don't write like ... Irene anymore)
(I'm sick and tried of you saying you don't your bathing suit)
(Get your inside the railing kid)
(Now one and an order of fries please)