Luyện nghe bài hát 87 Southbound

Well, I you with him
On those satin sheets
So I packed my
And then I hit the

87
To San
It's getting out
I ain't got no

The burning at 92
I need to hear no more excuses
I don't love you

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

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

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

The rain falling
Like the in my eyes
I'm just trying to wash
The hurt all your lies

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

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

87
To San
getting late out
I ain't got no

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

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