Luyện nghe bài hát 87 Southbound

I caught you him
On damp, slick, sticky, satin sheets
Then I my things and then I hit the streets

(Chorus)
87 southbound, to San
You got baby, I got no home
The burnin', at a hundred and two
I need to hear no more excuses, but I don't need you

Lord the sun keeps beatin' me down, and it's hell
And if I'm a lucky I'll catch a ride, but you can't tell
I'd rather be with the bugs and flies, then back there hearin' your alibis
I heard all that I'm gonna hear you say, I gonna my pride and go the other way

87 southbound, to San
It's getting late out, I'm miles from home
The rain keeps a fallin', like the tears of my
Just tryin' to wash away the from all your lies
(yeah daddy)

And streaks across the evenin' sky
And if I'm a (it'll make you?) laid right down and die
I know when the comes, I'll still be a walking son-of-a-gun
When afternoon rolls around, I'll have ten more miles and one more town

(Repeat Chorus)
No I don't need to hear no excuses, but I don't love you