Luyện nghe bài hát First Few Desperate Hours

Bad luck in from Tampa
Bad comes in from Tampa
On the back of a
ninety up the interstate

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

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

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

But they like flies
And a stomach-churning shift
In the way the lies
And they lean towers
On a hillside to stand
Through these few desperate hours