Luyện nghe bài hát First Few Desperate Hours

Bad luck in from Tampa
Bad comes in from Tampa
On the of a truck
Doing ninety up the

We have bad the night he rolls in
We bad dreams the night he rolls in
And we try to keep our sprits
But they flag and wane
When the truck up out front
In the light rain
And they sag like flowers
Let the good roll on
Through these first few desperate

Yeah the driver drops his cargo at the
The driver his cargo at the curb
And the sun in
a killer through the curtain

And when cloven hoof turn up in the garden
Yeah cloven hoof prints turn up in the garden
We up the good fight
We our spirits light

But they like flies
And there's a stomach-churning
In the way the lies
And lean like towers
On a struggling to stand
Through first few desperate hours