Luyện nghe bài hát 87 Southbound

Well, I you with him
On damp satin sheets
So I packed my
And I hit the streets

87
To San
It's getting out
I got no home

The pavement's at 92
I don't need to no more excuses
That I don't you

Lord, the sun keeps beating me
And it's hotter hell
And if I'm I'll catch a ride
But you can tell

I'd rather be with the bugs and flies
Than there hearing your alibis
Heard all that, I'm gonna you say
I'm gonna my pride and go the other way

87
To San
It's getting out
I'm forty miles home

The rain keeps
Like the tears in my
I'm just to wash away
The hurt from all lies

streaks
Across the sky
And if I'm I'll make it big
Or lay right and die

I know when the comes
I'm gonna be a son of a gun
And afternoon comes rolling
I'll have ten more miles and one more

87
To San
It's getting out
I got no home

The pavement's
At a and two
I need to hear no more excuses
That I don't you

I don't need to hear no more
I don't love you