Luyện nghe bài hát 5 4 3 2 Run

Stares all night at the plaster
Off of the she painted on the ceiling
Trying to find some philosophical meaning to

But the truth is Ruth is ready to
She's break the door down, gotta bust a latch
gotta super-sized itch that's gotta be scratched, alright

She up and gets down
And digs her heels out of that town

Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, a waste
There's more to life than just up space
Hey, hey, hey, hey, this is to be fun
5 4 3 2 ready, run

So she sold her diamond and bought a Winnebago
Found her way to Heaven on the way to San
her ruby red boots anywhere that they'd go, anytime

She got and backpacked her way to Atlanta
a pocketful of posies, got here busted in 'bama
Truck stop trollop, selling roses a van for a dime

She up and broke down
call to that pea-pickin' town

Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, a waste
more to life than just takin' up space
Hey, hey, hey, hey, this is to be fun
5 4 3 2 ready, run

Run, run, run, run all the way back
Run away the great unknown
It felt good for a minute, she got
Stuck in it, in it

Her yellow brick road
Right the rose-colored glass
Rose-colored

Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, a waste
There's more to life the thrill of the chase
Hey, hey, hey, hey, is s'posed to be fun
5 4 3 2 ready, run

Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, a waste
There's more to life the thrill of the chase
Hey, hey, hey, hey, is s'posed to be fun
5 4 3 2 ready, run