Luyện nghe bài hát Yessirree

I know a magical to get a taste
Of a little on earth
It's a watering hole but many a soul
Go to quench their thirst

When my whistle's dry there's
That I can of I'd rather be
It's the blue moon tap room
Yessirree,

It has thirty cent
And that's they only cost Tony two-bits
See it's Tony's and he makes it a point
To let poor bum get lit

He's a drunk's Patron Saint and he hesitate
To fix you some for free
It's the Blue Moon Tap Room
Yessirree,

Each morning at eight it it's gates
For all of my and me
With our foots on the rail and our of ale
We tell stories that no one

We spit and we cuss at the that left us
Then toast to our with glee
It's called the blue moon tap
Yessirree,

I sit tight each night 'til they turn up the
Empty my one and leave
Then squint my eyes at the in the sky
As people walk by on the

God only where it is they go
But only one place for me
And that's where find me
'Cause it's called the Moon Tap Room
Yessirree,