Luyện nghe bài hát 5 4 3 2 Run

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

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

She stands up and down
And her heels out of 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

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

She got sidetracked and her way to Atlanta
Picked a pocketful of posies, got here in 'bama
Truck stop trollop, selling from a van for a dime

She woke up and broke
Collect 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, is s'posed 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
in it, stuck in it

Her brick road crashed
Right through the rose-colored
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, a waste
There's more to life than the thrill of the
Hey, hey, hey, hey, is s'posed to be fun
5 4 3 2 ready, run