Luyện nghe bài hát 87 Southbound

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

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

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

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

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

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

The keeps falling
Like the in my eyes
I'm just trying to away
The hurt from all lies

Lightning
Across the sky
And if I'm lucky I'll 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 ten more miles and one more town

87
To San
getting late out
I got no home

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

I don't to hear no more excuses
That I love you