Luyện nghe bài hát 5 4 3 2 Run

Stares all at the plaster peeling
Off of the shadows she painted on the
Trying to find some philosophical to life

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

She stands up and down
And digs her out of that pea-pickin' town

Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, what a
There's more to life just takin' up space
Hey, hey, hey, hey, is s'posed to be fun
5 4 3 2 ready, run

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

She got and backpacked her way to Atlanta
Picked a pocketful of posies, got 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
There's more to 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 from the great unknown
It felt for a minute, 'til she got
Stuck in it, in it

Her brick road crashed
through the rose-colored glass
Rose-colored

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