Luyện nghe bài hát Homemade Music

I ain't no video
I still have to sing for my supper each
You on the benches
I play in the trenches the big spotlights

Lived in a suitcase for of my years
I got strange little voices, in my ears
monster, mall monster, I can't be the old me no more

Homemade ain't on the radio
Homemade music, high and low
music, where did all the good songs go?

Cookin' is a
Singin' is a treasure that most find
ain't no harm in tellin'
I likes to eat my melon right on down to the

I had a hippie girlfriend I was a kid
She died and to the suburbs, most of them did
Raisin' puppies, yuppies, where did all the wild ones go?

Homemade music ain't on the
music, jam it in, close the door
Homemade music, where did all the songs go?

First there were records, cassettes and cd's
and lawyers, then came the Japanese
But homemade still making sense to me

music is funky and nice
Homemade skates on very thin ice
Homemade is part of my philosophy

Homemade ain't on the radio
Homemade music, jam it in, close the
Homemade music, did all the good songs go?

Homemade music, give me my homemade
music, should be on the radio

Don't dig that bunk
The Neville Brothers' got the
And homemade music should be on the