Luyện nghe bài hát Prodigal Son

In a place outlaws abound from the range
? ? ? on a day has fallen to falls? ? ?
In a land where boys are to grow
And mell is the master
Were the higway and the desert breakes
And buildings are bendt from great
And crawl on their bellys like snakes
And feed of the public
In a were sky-scrapers scratch the sky
And delinquent daughters to their mothers lie
Papa stands on the he ? ? ? waitin' to beat the drum? ? ?
home my prodigal son
When run raging through city streets
And eagels have fallen from their loofty peaks
And policemen the sideshow freeks
For the final crime is
presidents ride in ford mustangs
And the man releases his caddilac ? ? ? fangs? ? ?
And your chech died in bed as the landlord the young girl next door
For the
Where telegraph wires are to your mind
Delinquent daughters to mothers still lie
Papa on the corner ? ? ? waitin to beat the drum? ? ?
home my prodigal son
When the telephone rings and of the hook
And your legs have stolen by some defense department crook
And you startin' to about writing a book
But now you won't pledge to anything
And the maid comes in with coffee and
In a low-cut dress she wore for your sake
You explain your not and she takes it as a compliment
And sticks out her tounge and asks for
In a land were scrapes the sky
And daughters to their mothers still lie
Papa stands on the corner ? ? ? waitin' to the drum? ? ?
Welcome home my son