Luyện nghe bài hát 4.58 AM (Dunroamin, Duncarin, Dunlivin)

[Trucker:} "Hey kid, you for a lift?
Get on up
How's it good buddy?"
I ducks to the wall
my heart in dark ruins
I built bungalows the hills
Dunroamin, duncarin,
my girl to the country
To sleep out under the
Next she's going crazy
"Women are like that kid
What the can you do?"
She for the real Mr. Right to come
Gently removing her
With his promises of communication
[Trucker:] "I saw a program about on TV, heh"
Who's always up the tab
Who built a bungalow for his and dad
Me.....
Who you out to all the shows
Who worked his to the bone
Me....
While you asleep
"It was me...I did!"
I you in buttons and bows
"Christ! All those clothes!
So you encourage this creep
[Hick:] "With that
I bet some son of a made a million dollars."
With his neat
And his fingernails
his wise but twinkling eyes
He's a rock standing out in an ocean of
"Get movin', get off the road ya Goddam faggot."
And
I'd like to go on this bit of a song
Describing this
I'd to go on, but I'm going to throw up
"Not in my rig you don't boy
Get the out of here.