Luyện nghe bài hát Skatin' on Thin Ice

(kinky friedman)

They say even jesus hates a loser
And when you die you go to hockey
And when your gets sent down,
There'll be the devil round
And an with howard cosell.

Well, call him a jet-set gladiator,
Some say he's a soldier in a silver war.
But one hell of a warrior
He's got a good
And every time he crosses line you can hear that garden roar.

And he keeps on on thin ice
Just six from paradise
Livin' on the ice, on the run.
He keeps on skatin' on ice
Just six inches paradise,
Written in the stars, in the sun.

Well, he scored again last out in vancouver,
You say that it was on a power play.
He in close, he shut the light,
Before his teeth came out night,
In the morning it was hell to away.

Through lights and southern nights there's someone
Who warms your heart as you shiver the cold.
But every gypsy, every lover, every must discover
What you win out on the ice, you're lose out out on the road.

And he on skatin' on thin ice
Just six from paradise
Livin' on the ice, on the run.
He keeps skatin' on ice
Just six inches paradise
in the stars, boy, meltin' in the sun.
Written in the stars, boy, in the sun.