Luyện nghe bài hát 5 4 3 2 Run

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

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

She stands up and gets
And digs her heels out of that 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 sold her diamond ring and bought a
her way to Heaven on the way to San Diego
Chased her ruby red boots anywhere that go, anytime

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

She woke up and broke
Collect call to that pea-pickin'

Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, what a
more to life 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 away from the great
It good for a minute, 'til she got
in it, stuck in it

Her brick road crashed
Right through the glass
Rose-colored

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

Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, what a
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