Luyện nghe bài hát Papa Was A Rodeo

I your twisted point of view, Mike
I your questioning eyebrows
You've made it pretty what you like
It's only to tell you now
I see that kiss-me pucker
But maybe you should it with a beer, because

Papa was a
Mama was a rock'n'roll
I could play guitar and rope a
Before I learned to
Home was with diesel gas
Love was a trucker's
Never around long enough
For a one stand
Before you kiss me you know
Papa was a

The light reflecting off the mirror
Looks like a thousand swirling
They make me I shouldn't be here at all
You know, minute someone dies

are we doing in this dive bar?
How can you live in a like this?
Why don't you just get my car
And I'll take you away, I'll take kiss now, but

(Boy) Papa was a . . .

And now it's 55 years
We've had the of the century
all these years wrestling gators
I still feel like crying when I think of what you to me

was a rodeo . . .

Before you kiss me you know
Papa was a
What a coincidence, your Papa was a too