Luyện nghe bài hát 87 Southbound

Well, I caught you him
On those damp satin
So I my things
And then I hit the

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

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

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

I'd be here with the bugs and flies
back 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
getting late out
I'm forty from home

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

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

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

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

The burning
At a and two
I need to hear no more excuses
That I love you

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